the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar