Fucking with Sunday

if the pineapple viscosity soured
in a Sun lights gathering

gathering more than aptitude towards
the lines we find ourselves dividing

gathering weight
because we all have to make a buck

dividing itself
as the tide rises in spite of sand...
and the shelter remains

because we have divided it so.


and i'll always love fucking with Sunday
waking up with coffee and a cigarette

then coffee and cigarettes

because i have divided
it so

and the influence of the news fluctuates
Then the words of this

peace procrastinate

piecing together a greater radiation
to mend what is in the plan to mend

this might make sense if we could peace together
instead of piecing together

a mona lisa's smile

a north faced frank

a commercial whispered behind colors
flashing believable