CAPitAL

I could ask what would happen if my fruit computer made like the worn jeans I've worn and 

Wheated appropriately in lasted

 even the chaff is sold as 

      The   leaf      as eyes leave the layers  

And I would load the poetry I'd send to you        If I could

   because it's been used long enough for them I have to buy them again.     at its' tone play them here and now in their tones

    you'd have a point in playing them all the time 

 and I'd have the  fruit     if those that secretly 

                       unburden me were a thing

Tech doesn't last as long as the stamped  brand swamp 

       would lead you to believe        lead poisoned the unseen crawled in caves     

          in caves we 

but take the sacrament regularly they say and thy havest        thow servent 

         I ate her flaunt and made it my destiny 

Be  crumble             to the faint gaunt   O capital my 

Capital it poetry nail in a room of lights and plastic 

     Glue        the vaper  changes the senses

We, I am a ham not a toy. 

Human

Diliangers 

Collecting

Paystubs    Trading whips with sugar 

       is a good

I will ask what happened but they will not.  can not know the difference 

 

proximity alert, with without logos

The space between,   they say, 

An atom and the universe we act like we know but don't of course is the same  realatively 

Speaking of points plotted paste like sap drained from weeds sold to those who are thirsty and will buy 

Say from weeds if it is for a good price.

 Atoms plotted course and cause according to 

Her will       She thought

Cry the rest into submission she thought

 Feather slippers protect her as well

        And logos dulche gucci

 can place a thing same as pulse and fusion hiddon among gut and tendon unafraid of logos protecting dulche gucci

These are art you see 

And can play this role      and that 

      She will at nagociated sequence 

Every time illcogent electives clinging to moments battling moments unmeasured at length but that hardly matteres 

Of course when cry and logo saves 

Learn not but save 

   Points       plot what wins the moment 

 And Condemn the past

Or

Pulse and fusion hiddon among gut and tendon feel the breath in that feeds sight and sound and above them memory of the past and why we have memory 

    To learn an amtrac tamper driven by fution

So that we can look, see, love and above them mend

On his rythmn 

With or without logos truly don't matter.

a lot of grey ish mellows

it was a hankering of these...
 conks delivery gouttoast  brought boast
      calendar dripping bottum ivew blankenship
lives in the polturguiest
                                             drpped our doughter dower
take this off of skreep
          it is in truly looking backwards then we gain our now
 remember the thing they have taken
 
Feeling
             

                brand         your best      i will not say it.

sisyphus

i saw toes in the mud curling  fluid putty
  as calf and knee twitch
    fingers gripping the stone     as they would
  did since the first time so as to leave a trail of sharp concave batons connected at the base
breath in
the foot holds
step again

gases in the ground never served any one any good.

     old man liquor draining oil from the last malkuth and lying to the gods
that it is for satva
            so to cover the asses and mules as we are known to them
and they comply

   the rock is dense sagging its' seat
breath out   i saw eyes opening awaiting the new breath and the stone

        an emptied blanket capture without sound        being
magnetic electricity resides but faint
           and it will not speak

gasses at the gates and paris be true slovenia to the east is your friend
       i saw an elbow twitch when the next step was taken heels magnetic electricity
cupping putty and roots tightening
     
 snap      then toes and mud
calf and knee twitch
                    breath out           in       the eyes open
the next trench holds  shift the hips
      breath in

          eyes open     the black sands are nothing like life so leave them be
love
            the ribbon of known leads to the unknown
  slide    together                   against the steel spike and we all will remember to feel
                 learn how to turn the steel into pottery and we shall have clean water
breath out
           i saw the dense mass  the stone
diffusive domino     stocking vain its nature  rude and braucked
  no light will touch it
               to degradat to please loneliness
churns its way higher

     breath out  the eyes open

 the pacific boils its sour mash is our fate  
mother will you stop it then
                      bend your will as you did in the beginning and release yourself from the old monsters' halos  for they can not tell you what you already know
   having been told in your bones
         but do not scheme for it is in the birds as well
breath in
        hestia will sing again in earthen wear
release the stone and be free