Post Verbatim on the Cheap

Serpents in the face of what I admire
I can see the sun setting over your head
Elephants carefully walking on tight rope wires
And butterflies flying to wake the dead 

Wicked

I see pigeons with string bean hats and hard liquor.
They are illusionary beasts.
Nothing but bandits with billowing shirts and empty eyes. 

Obedience.

If my hands were made of water instead of clay
I wouldn’t fear them being washed away
They’d be washed away
If my head were filled with seeds instead of clouds
I wouldn’t worry about them floating away
They’d float away
If I didn’t have to feed Cerberus
If I didn't have to
I wouldn't have to. 

And with great reluctance

Oh how the mighty enjoy their
meaty meals
All of them leaking on their nap-faces.
Bring an end to the flying of soups
No, don’t crumble the crackers 
of Job.
He dislikes it a plenty.
Save for the day of chunky beef
butts, and hold.
All is well but, Yes?
What is it? Be gone foul feline
of boiled eggs.
We do not wish for soft yellow oranges
No, do not be escaped

Nettles

Once there, how

do your peaches tremble?

I cannot agree to these

peas, please

knock the door upon

the summoned homes.

Weak water in the

bowels of bowling feet 

Blue Plane

Looking through some clean crisp cabbage
While the blobs twist and flick
Jump start the fall
And end the rotations 

Sound 2 (with the help of snow)

Oh is thing
is a an was
was cover and
a mice nettle

Oh is was
and all is a 
an oh cover
and this or was
an thing a and 
all was, was oh
no a an thing cover 
was was oh
a all no 

Sound 1 (with the help of snow)

It was a long journey, but they finally table topped the pool
And how we charted
I’m bleeding some milk froth, and this drive could only and only
Besides we certainly ate them all
Soiled and eaten, bruised and barter
Trade and taxi, papa pepperoni
Pork, pork, my marvelous wait
My envelope staple, this meaty divide
In the wait of the eve, a singular port of librarian eye
But my ankles
Drop to the fear, you tall and valor
Oh how the meaty do sail, their efforts in all over out up
It cries my hunger, all that is worth
Terrible birth whale
Weeping, dripping, mammal in anathema
This minion, my heart, sword tell
Do tell or lent
Indeed although the cabinet, in the eyes does not covet 
For wheat, and myself: four fine thunders of men
Hark! 
A spinner amongst the antediluvian pad lily

Kids and Mountains and Space

I wake up and open my eyes
Wondering what would happen to the place that I had come to love
So vivid and so pretty
It’s revolting  dark and dismal

I traveled through my head this morning
thanks to the pleasant imagery that played while I was dreaming

I don’t know what to make of this place
but it doesn’t matter now because I’m still dreaming
I’m always dreaming 

Go back, I close my eyes and fall asleep until you find
the place that gently bends and soothes your troubled head
The light shines through your eyes, but not any more
No red reminder or silly blissful places left behind
I’m so glad that they passed

Today is now yesterday and today is something different.
Sleep is what separates them. 
Sleep is the vessel.
Sleep is the portal.
and.
Sleep is the magician.

Sometimes people say words
sometimes I don't understand them because they are slang
boomslangs are snakes.

Feeling time and waste and rest

all of them

Waking in the morning to things that are like bees
that is cool
yeah

Living

To make a village
with people
that feel

I
watch it bend
stretch through and spiral
seven defines all above me
as I watch them bend
they see through
me

Embrace

Imagine beyond the imagined
and everything that is.

Say

It is above below so beyond and among us.
I cannot be convinced any other way.

On Parade

Our children are told
Our children question
Our children give up

America.

Often I wake up dreaming. Reality and fantasy blur. My eyes hurt from staring. Better go back to bed.

pissers

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A brief converstaion.

"He as a face on his pig"

Pig his on face a as he

"As he faces the pig, the shirts are face under pig juice."

The shirts as he are face, faces the under pig juice pig.

"Juice was a pig without a face, but several shirts."

Tyranny!

Tyranny and to this land oppression if come to will be in this land, the guise of a foreign enemy fighting.

Nothing is greater than this.

The slippery webbing on the damp tube moths speak of
revolution and euphoric nubs

That bug of an idea sinks through the jello mold and
stands firm within those guys

They stand firm and march out slowly to the rhythm of
war drums played by uncoordinated children

Urine stained sheets and pigs on a stroll
All the kids running out to see what's up, so they can play

They Are

Those guys that sit in the room upstairs
They don't follow any pattern
Their goofy faces evoke a familiar feeling

Those guys up there that sit in that room
They have many failures
Their mistakes are tremendous

Those guys up in that room
They waste time
Their fruit is inconceivable

Those guys in that room up there
They have no more time to waste
Their missing something important

Get there

A foolish and her foolish taking too seriously in a very foolish

The moon is hiding
from the light of the sun

Abandoning the children of earth
to go play in the clouds

It's hard to see when it's cloudy

Newt roast

a newt roast on the horizon
Feel it's weighty aura
grip those beans sprouts, sprouting clean warts
please don't talk to me
I don't want your moist works

newts resting softly in the sky
looking towards the moon drinking her peach words
don't get those peaches confused
I don't want your moist porks
Get gone, you roasted newts

Pork Roast

pigs all around
in the pigs on pigs; pigs
don't don't slop
on the towards those
pigs, bells, no pigs
get out the pigs

Some people talking about medical school.

Piss certain things
yeah needles wuhhuahhh
Kids sea into that
Sun angels get nervous comfortable
for a good long time
Average, gosh
better than others but straight discouraged
Yeah, told me.

Odd

you sit and speak
to the clouds
what do they tell you?
Share your oats
comment t' appelles-tu?
don't bother
Walking back and forth
through the grass
Sno-cones are gross
No one actually likes sno-cones.

Clapping to the rhythm of the man in dolphin shoes galloping into the trees.

Beans beans beans
Yes no stop do
And then; then 
All the clean ones

Hikes Doo

There once upon the
and then the the the the the
the the had was got did

Dream #3

Panic!
The dresser is falling apart!
Survival seems impossible as
we sink into the goo

Spiders flee, and lizards shoot from
the sky
The mother stands and watches as
we suffer
Garden hose in hand drowning 

the children
A single crack provides safety
for the time being

Panic ends abruptly

Something New

A captivating image on the horizon and
a  face made of lilac
Revealing eyes and large bison in
fields of soft soft yak fur
Can it be acquired?

Dream #2

Paper, thin paper
Newt in hand
What sort of ink?
Crispy newt in hand
Stiff as a board

Much Forelsket things
Morning light seeping in
Sounds of drums and pigeons
Thankfulness 

Day Dream

Sit down and stare
Receive the silvery object
Placing it into the machine it explodes into life

Odd glances from the walking boards in
The room
Lords lancing in the fields to the east

Then shouting and shouting
Gradual volume swell
And then confusion

Traditional

there was angel
and then some angst
wishing for the breadth
within the bulb
found no depth
wishing for the eighth
stumbling through the month
falling on the ninth
and the an orange
filled with purple
in my lush scalp
I found the twelfth

Slop
No
Piss

Wowerz

Rise rise
The floating ships
Jump quick
Shallow small beings
Enjoying the light
Enjoying the lack
Of doctors
Wince wince
Wow

Dream #1

Moldy skies
Sandpaper floors
Thick thick air
Thick thick thick air

Kaleidescope beetle creature
Somniferous walnut eyes
Bifurcating limbs
So many limbs
Limbs abound!

Grasping flat walls
As if they are poles
Lights abound!

Wake

Once Upon A Pig

I wish for the gets
I wish for the gets
I wish for the gets

Big tops in the swing stops
Evading my ever present bologna
Hooby was on the has does

I wish for the pigs
I wish for the pigs
I wish for the pigs

Summer days, open plays, and biscuits
Swine in my pantry bottoms
Pigs in my slurping butter cults

Pigs the foe for I
Pigs the foe for I
Pigs the foe for I

Who watches the pigs, man?
Freakin' pigs!
I watch the pigs, man

Who found the get soup?

Cadbabs

Paid the solitude wish the worry
Away with grace and push the edge say
Special having heard judged grey
Will not shatter sunsets with blood warms
Enter the telephone stay light shed
Unnoticed toad with a gun
Eat them or take them away to sleep
Arthur showers with a knife across
It's done

Oats

Oh oats, how I love the sap-nap wagons
Run from the bigs!
They eat walk and sleep flop
Every rock beats with the heart of a sausage
Run from the bigs!
Oaty bigs