I Feel Like Smoke

Dry is to a knife
as a vulpes vulpes is to a corvus corax.

What if this is what i ate for breakfast?

Interrogate
stagnate
pathogens
carcinogens
evocative
advocate
decepticons
interrogative
imperative
venerable
equivocate
elongate

I feel as though I am a wound on this earth. Yes, I breathe, but is that living? A caterpillar is never dusty unless that creature has innate sensitivity to be afraid. I feel as though I collect dust without being aware of what I collect. It is not a hoard a psychological innuendo. Maybe the dust is a soliloquy. A dismal beach is better then a desert that contains oil beneath the loose sand. Take me to that dismal beach. I can find the joy inside a rotten oyster shell. That shell may not hold a special pearl, yet at least that shell could act as a temporary home. However, when certain families own a house, the house should feel like a home. A home is more complete the a dismal shell from a dismal beach. I am collecting dust still.

Turbulence
trustworthy
coagulation
elation
release
obligate

J'aurais oublié votre nom. Voulez-vous me dire votre secret?

A hippo-pot-o-pill

gives me a thrill

when the cat-a-cream

sniffs thy shoe.

Weave thee a building

of basket breaking yarn.

Yearn not for the stars,

but for the nebula of lust!

Therefore,

it is a debate or

a testimonial.

Cantaloupe dignitary,

east coast fibbery,

list of jib jibbery.

I trivialize murder!

In the case of an emergence

see the last page for

the reinforcements.

Install the powder in robots

deeply significant cocoon.

I list these on to you

because you make me sneeze

and the light from the screenplay

hypnotized me.

With or without help,

a gargantuan trampoline identifies me

and wants to eat me.

Haven't you ever found out how I fluctuate in

a temperate landscape!

I devastate myself.

I am a rebuttal.

In any sense of the means

a clown can eat a cake

but does that make me a rapist?

I forgot my Brian Ferry.

The cantaloupe is still on my trail,

he senses the bounce breasts

and the entrails of thyme,

not rhythm nor rhyme. 

A story told in order from which it goes;

a video store lost the race,

they close and sell the space.

Such is the so forth of frothy foam on waters edge.

Let us eat a scone

and leave him alone.

She is a loner.

Him or her, they are loners.

A budding arena in a testimony trait,

trick the candidate!

Teach me the game of Bridge or canasta. 

My brain is too tired for chess.

Take me to Laguna. 

Speech to me the lines of Wordsworth for old time's sake. 

I can't handle the date!

Save me from going insane!

Try as I might,

the lines build and build

how is an artist to be a citizen candy cane?

If this poetry of words

crashes and burns

remember for what I have never written.

The purgatory is the place of the bull.

Menacing watermelons triple a squirrel.

Meals full of diamonds for dear Mr. Bowie

and lucid are the soldiers that have just been pleasured.

A relaxed army is a gracious army of Vishnu.

Tackling mysteries,

climbing up mountains,

charging the queen with pretty rhinoceroses. 

Belittle the bell court with petty rags,

dress the ambivalent tigers in trousers. 

to be continues..... methinks...... title is pending.......

Cannibal Cruise, You did Snooze, Now Go Find a New One.

A demanding public appeals as the

the most innocent reveals

a lacquered subject imbued with red.

In all the dismay,

you did lay

across my bed

hoping that I could turn you on

again

and again. 

We WIll Try and See

Negativity is a spork
in an unforeseen convention
of Boy George's convenience because
he simply stood there.
Please blow your horn,
tinker your crystals,
bedeck your bosom
with all the adornments.
I will undress you soon.

The Sequel to the Misunderstood

I dropped the cement block onto to
the freshly cut lumber.
Why I did this?
Nobody cares.

Oil of Mislay Maiden

Slayer on to me,
I speak none of these.
Lend me your ears and
grasshopping sheers...
we shall be in Spring soon.