the got and the gone

it      or rather
the moment        flooded my vainness excitement

at the thought of the got and the gone
       
it                fired  red and white  a kiss   consume

         leaving in leisure is an offered please
when the decision lacks empathy
     or when it won't make me feel
       when it won't make me think
       when it won't          make me

when making is process no one wins    the not is pleasure

a cure for this is to not take things      seriously
 and by things i mean light
            and by take i mean be
what i mean to say is
            spiders are everywhere

and being bitten isn't the beginning
                   the bite a welt on my Achilles heal

tooth mark      a spot   and two        in dry skin
   a fingers itchier  chrysanthemum  
 

and time  will do what you've been told it does

semantically        remember hating time
i remember time
                           remember breath is given   even when not wanted
i don't remember time ever wearing blunder pink
   calling it style
            she wore it well and i was the different
we were

a discourse on the economy of being

bondage
a term to clear for

or it could be a term for
          highways in congestion
   
     it could also mean swearing    
articulation taken at roast        

                    the lips move  a familiar word displaced
In comma coated peacock feathers  
                        a soul good enough to sink  deep      a breath...........
i am a dream        or perceive it so
               jutting                     dispense     sonic salivation
 for thoughts undecided    siding out side of the flocks clerical calender

eyes

      palindrome post pence        in calicoptic serenade
 over
sage sense
                         an opening      in an already opened doorway
   leading to

la de la      with ginsberg on my mind

right now in the yard

                before i pick the ponds of my nostrils  

beveled  at a squint    bored       boarded     flicking
off    dead drat silken sleeves             of melancholy/

                  i think of         70's blond hair and nixon's nose
knowing nothing       outside of what could be buttoned up

        and the discourse that follows both trains    

crashing
when people care to look     pores in a blended wine   changing in
eighties keys

            this again?

an elephant is still                          allowed its trunk
          the ass       isn't worth its boat        

broad back bending monetarily   and
when was that not the case
                   

                               when cases carried remedies  instead of

         remotes     mindlessly tasked    
     
      repeating the same task
ground    contra flashlight  

perky breasts   my eyes wonder why i wander
without them moving

or maybe i should just change.      

change lawn chairs      or something
of something else making a difference

chairs        sitting in grass
                          growing indifferent to it all  

it overgrowth  
consume it all

Lot     a Siamese term
                      to be granted
                      sold
                      then bet against
in untold loss
and gains                 

bug them/remembering/how to forget

doubled once       a double dance racket

     came as once  
                                  as the first corset in course
i could           help you in a second

breathe deluge     intro   drape-lings salted to Court

                       the opening is business       busyness cured

heavy on the salt and the lack of worlds between the one
         wold self  song bird damned        a water serving others

              drinking a thing....
well it's kind of like when nasa  publishes blurred squarish things and calls them
       significant
keel      the words makes sense to me       to define
                          the lack of words     needed to define a thing that no one sees
and heels lend   when you bug them

listen to the klent- ta-klut

let go lines and wear a broken t-shirt


i forgot my mind in the morning       a moments awakening
          silver  blame an eye lashing for the loss of gold

spend an hour in recovery      coffee              stigmatic stimulation
       an hour to smoke       just to recall the       dreams         lineage   and
how to forget it

 to simulate participation
        

Bank on lit/alt interpretation

living in another room for rent

 i'll bounce a blue bird 

 beatnik dandelion    if i must          for life

            to live

                 cold card            play it warmed

or alt/loan  the eyes      loose      and gain in submission surprise 

       an easiness        

   i cleaned my clothes in the same house    as i sleep

unused     a page unturned               

    and     i've read a bounty in Laundromats  

i've sat and the    best i could have done is study

           remaining calm while the feathers roll        and pages turn

and therein lingers a middle to be reached 

           and anyways its low class   

just living in another room for rent

complications in the unlively mind of a student not studying anything...

do what you will        
    i have seen    someone a mule
as it were           in the
                                          land of the free
   or if   you will have it            in severed space

that space is the length between whatever definition you
      have to defend your eyes

and the lips it takes to console them       that space

in fret  consoles temporarily       not caring i'm.....
      there-in
        without me
her without you and a vision  of         luck

                                         having a mind of its own

even though it doesn't like to be bent
             i bend in resource

life begins beyond a Bayou's swamp
                              the water doesn't care either way

it's thoughts are its own........let alone loneliness

poetry doesn't need the teaser

do what you will   and the mule will still moan
                i was just thinking of all the Same       them and us

could of had if life Back then wasn't lost in the You
    'r  worth-its
    'r
    'r  trading-spaces-on-tv-divvied-up-within-and-between-commercial-tunes
we-all-hum-when-we're-bored