Saturday, March 31, 2007

this fear i'm running from it's actually the past mystery(enormously sad at death of the papa at aged four.two)

this fear i'm running from
must not let it whine me
it's just death i'm shunning, hum
a little song of why me?

if i fret and cannot calm(no!)
then it's a safe pet i'm bombed(Whoa!)
if i'm worrying hurry n' tell me:
stop it boy, set your roosters on Wheeee!

my echolasts for miles,people are tickerting me with their wordsmarts

for the money, i show up and for the healing i help otters

Friday, March 30, 2007

scrimped crumpets impasse remploserion

scrimped crumpets
impulsive implosion
flamboyance lampooner
cocooned and crocheted
concoct and half-cuckoo
sooner stone
oxbows avowed
stopover bonobo
rhomboid hobby
gazeboes by kazoos
poolroom woodshorn
crowfoots zoophobia
capstone and jawbone
panned and panes
axiomatic maxims
aeroembolism of oboes
camp scraps
surpass spray
broomcorn photocopy
ozonosphere,Oops!
pooch on a pogo-stick
stopgap hoopla
airside plum
poesy pooled
plopped aplomb
myopia down to the molars
sallow realm
laser later
rattail rentals
leaner of the lantern
antennal retina
zanier anointer
pretensions creation
moister loiterer
retractile eyestalks
terrestrial lariats
sacral tiara
adroit and adrift
fiords on tirade
redbait diarist
spiraled and many-tiered
decrepit Demagogue
reprogrammed egghead
debagged and defogged
beggared egghead
debagged deluge
beguiled and segued
deluged drudges
endured and secured
drupes,with their adherences
skewered and suckered
defocus the eyecups
sprucely,pounce
teacup techno
bounciest and most conceited
reticence's denizen
unfeigned and underpinned
bemired and ensnared
detrains after the errands
dungarees snoring
omicrons,citrons and gibbons
snobbism and snubbing
omnibus sunburns
numbness and numinous
spumonis unmourned
delirium thereupon
inoperative operettas
shatterproof and spattered
deathtrap ariettas
spatter and scatter
retraces,then reattaches

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

in a thicket creamer witchpie spyder pockets, who moved, you or gutenberger's cafe(warring)

myself i cannot thickset responderfy how you could tide o'er the limpest limonade modules

that is to sashay: how you did ramble,boo
o grab me spiderbi

wash your ears; unspice the heron; nicht mehr to the canadian winnepeg wheelchar

how you do dat ting
why you tries to be an unhealered heel?
why not get your holiness from helpering rather than rasping and rectoring?

Saturday, March 24, 2007

dint mean to guilt you or glutton you actually just to savviour your lif

the dirge of the drugs and your smokeringchokling scarscarifiies me plea:stopper

sent when in fact i meant to hit the enter(nextline) button

is that a life story or is that a habit or is that like int he cours in miraclous tht the roles of sender and receiver or skipper are the same?

and being busy and doing sublime art don't actually link to
hauling in the moolah,doolah

obey all the laws but become an outlaw to the realm of phsyics insofar as it insists we must age so horribly

don't 'low physics to make us oldsters before our timestars
we got sharings not charrings for the wihlings
and no i DON"T need xyz fromteh abc store
even when i most thinker i do dew due

she peaceable a lady lover treed

the freedmans greens helped
but hte greensward of manydropped waterhealerings ya, Dass ist GUT

she wars a lady lover treed

she was a lady love trees
she had grandest childs loved to laugh
but she had so many ovicers advisering her to be megafearful
seriously
she plyed her playing
and all the layerings came a tumultuous tumtable retumbling
and
for brief interregnums betwixt thish ere fear and dot
she
was
peaceable
all them hugs helped her too


cuz the lice of lies are so thickly parching
but hte greensward of manydropped waterhealerings ya, Dass ist GUT

donkeychains=danke schoen

as a lass, songs of danke schoen as donkeychains
and thanks as thanks,spankydanks
and loving playering with words

untilted

after me mum passed there
miami beach was a scaredy spot
even the a.c. when it come on in the room and froze me after ths pooling about
and the fear of sharks ever omni
ach and she up in haven
watchering down and wanting me to be good
and me good
but me not thinking she beliefed in me
so i learntmyself not to belief in her

by the laws of physices we are at the bottom of miles of atmos speared

by the laws of physics we are at the bottom of miles of atmosphere
go high enough
feel lighter
no drugs or bugs needed
now my mind don't reallize but like old parchments that have been reminded and reflindered and patchpatchpatchered
there are so many layterings in my mindsouls
and so even just picking my nose gives me five kinds of guilt
so
pickless in Tuscaloosa
yet i can walk cross the loom and seehte and note and heal heresy now chocoloottoo

THE MOUNT AIN'T THAT GRAND ITS THE VIEW PEEPS

within the tiny gatten so muchos de pajeros flutterlflutering about
miene trees, les arberes are ardently growthing in the autral asiatic sonne schein
finey

uncanny the realization and the desire that AFTERTHIS, WEMUST CHANGE

WANTERINGit to be truthed that after this, after wakerening and 'lizing that SAY DUDETTE, you is at the bottom of a miles of pressure and you are getting constant massagers from all the tunestations and yet you thinkyou is waltzing in the atmos like open the pod bay
nopers, shirk and shake as you might
it is read only mesmery so
So all the way to yo you youcan
toucana
here's the klew
off the kerb
fire the tyre
stay sobrecleancentred
nope to allkie's scrawl scalding haul
and in gasps of say walker cross the room
listen in
listz zen inn

swinking this morning of how e can not notice we are at the bottom of a huge many miled atmos sphere

swinking this morning of how e can not notice we are at the bottom of a huge many miled atmos sphere
and also that the thoughts swarm so that just like the city moose we realize not how much of a muchness of agit-prop and radio unfree mindfret is read only mesmerizey and keepers us respondingto infernal stimulae rather than reruddering and detourning into the heresynowsey
joust for this here breath
lest us be freed