I woke to an alarm too calm to cause coriander fiddle riffs to roam unattractive giving    porn angle prances good light in chance and wine calming good wife views  a good wife blues               Enough           tones are  born lucky band rights  becoming       left overs too old to live well

Then remembered

                 Wrinkled chin faces own you         double chins make the deals            and palaces let you get away with    everything-Democracy       

A caution to your comfortable

                      I woke up to a shower and the nights dark    it's in your court      because I work nights and because          there are earth quakes everywhere so it doesn't matter whether or not the sun
                          god bless him.   

Is out or Orians' belly is    
                      
                                     One has to die to be sainted.     That is to say    Wake up        Now    and wake up wired        Wake up tones and awake in your bones      the lucky dice    wake up and     do it for justice         do it         friends         do it       for fingers                 endangered by ends     

do it for fancy pants       and countered trance              do it for left over     bullets

Destined for shirts hiding hearts and livers    knowing nothing of our not and now for they are new and could in time grow strong

   Wake up so that the knowledge of your heart beat is      no longer knowledge to you And them

Good morning

    It is late morning so it is also kind the beetles have bled their best with tapes and faded blazers broken in because wearing the coat breaks it in    its late morning and I threw out a ham hock that was molding. It's late morning.        it is sweater weather and the birds are still here because it has been warm   it was cold then warm and so the birds are here crowing in the late morning.        It is morning so I take to the streets     the paper reads bullet point card games where you shuffle up to shuffle then bet to shuffle then bet to shuffle then shuffle again
A morning for           movie magic but I know differently         the movie says it's like me so  breath the air I have coming to me and wear the black coat       and step lightly towards whats coming gold length towards me the culprit has been caught and it's not me         I am I am there's nothing to worry about said the movie like its morning so I take to the streets    because its morning    and I'm the sixths step card owner  so its the island for me     it morning and cold and it's  also  no ones business    that it's my time and everyone should Know that           like its free for me  but I know differently           it is late morning so take to the streets theres work to be done                  it is morning and the mind is smarter then I expected                  a breath can be make up or deep pi depending on how gross your shoe strings are wearing new close everyday I see it clean
           There is       Muscular distanceing from the color I see and the feeling that has been gifted me so the colors must be wrong or the feeling is       so I check the papers       again   

             It takes a skip or two to get into the feel because it's morning           

Wave

As does the beautiful, the proud and the parade    

Magic is easy and persuasion is to

It's a party so wear what everyone else is wearing        fit in to relax do what I say to be free                            do what I want you to
     do think what I want you to think steal your soul for me wrap it up easy bow and set before my feet      to feel
  Smile it's me the goon with the gun.  I know what I'm talking about     my Feet never touched the dirt I swear I'll save you from     use two inch words it's what everyone does                  the problem with death these days is that one doesn't die the goon just sinks others into the blank    
                Others eyes opened curious and listening    because there's noise    being board with a curious eye and a  closed    mind       Is all it takes to take       Having a gun to your head  like a joke and the flag reads            I am I am   Be back in five

                    

Goat cheese

I yell as it yells I toss as it tosses too and frow through it  all the while the growth is it on color   while having everything       I dont      The point takes its own down        dragon hole into the dark out side of     color because the dark is too yes        Context ill    considered             
      Structure undefined         but we and she is yes to and from here.  
            The blanket is      blind        can see if feel can.    The boast can see two feet nests if all             and the mind mound sees all it can                     to be punctual feed back it's strength and weakness all the same so there is some          Having

  sorting of mail to do.   Some               favorite pants on a rainy day                some clever dance while hand screen dances too               Canon clay            some decades past I'd be singing to the wine casts being too stone to be real.            And I know this is too blended to be a good wine  

                    The goat cheese has lost its value and I am lost.                  

Hello to it/ you

Hello to it/ you    through the finger lap upon lap of laps of death deaths gripping it's plastic death toned cylindrical stick    lapping sun in sparkle red lipsticks races caking  in creases between lip open one and lip open two  flapping   dead lips      and eyes              according to           accounting   ...the death worship makes its move to 
eyelip music manic tone depths tone deans....
                 Hello  it /you
Don't add your my or my you to its  no and or not yet but no any way it goes...

        And what about it
It doesn't matter because your wearing you lipstick and my left hand

                      You your garden breasts and me my no means no coughed up a decade ago in my own mouth I own it all
            You your t_shirts you have in drawers folded neatly you used to wear wore once
                            Me tskirts worn under button ups being quiet because that's my job

                      You later skin zs' faults of yes and no the way old cartoons used to do it    self giving into strength means space uninhabited while breathing in.
The space inside of you is not for

               Me so it's not for me but that doesn't mean I don't like you. Again.  there are parts of me that get along along again  

                                       And while we smile I look at my phone and not you  hello to it/ you

Dear Lilith

Dear Lilith your washer nuts are gripping thundered bolts of  lighting  illuminating nothing again       your beasts are tired and smiles long game venereal bits that's how it's played. The omegas play to ham sandwiches and guiltless Salome' s bowl full of gut and old Greece the way in which she fell      the Alfa dazed drone strike absent happy for more days like this one, fat and lazy craving positional joy stick g spot cock hanging out like it fashionable
a mouth foams for torn shoulders and  bent postures of what used to be called rational beings sold now as the weak of the week. Dear Lilith   your players are sipping blood from sippy cups and calling it Mead selling blank buzz to the religious  cults so blind they thank you for it  Giving fence its' own holiday calling it whatever makes them feel forgiven whatever  feels  right because he meets you where you are.   Call it a sacrament when they fill in the blanks  with blanks the minds closed so what's the difference.   Dear Lilith. it only takes a moment for the mind to catch up with passion so you stretch both.   minds eye stays busy with eyes stabled  keeping dabs on tabs.  Quinces in fences and locks in block instead of curled        eyes closed if at all possible just to birth passion once more from a different canal.   Dear Lilith your beasts are hired poker faces giving good face a little bit sad dreamer boy a little bit daddies home so hide you ass hole don't hurt me don't hurt me don't hurt don't hurt me 

Dear Lilith your nails are eternal arrows growing comically large for the Bowman who still fingering them thread them loose them on    they laugh and laugh and love and volley them  deathly close to their own mouths for they are    both     aimed and starving.  Dear Lilith your tongues      grow wild amongst the wild fires making, growing fires of their own and you are happy