Friday, February 22, 2019

ice

Hot Ice
11-30-18

Now concerning the collection for the saints
Artists break out pens and paints in the ever after
I know you're always there as to bulglarize these quotes
In the taking of notes
What's your role for this lost soul
For permenant stakeouts ever after
I'll pray for laughter calling it hot ice
For genes to splice
Isn't it nice?
For distasteful hijacking
How far back do these stories go
But about three years and my darkest fears
She helps me bear on page fifty
All for Flemming and a short upper lip....






Our Anarchic Worlds
11-30-18

Robbing jewelry stones of Madison
For restored clippings during lunch hour to you
And I power all for our hindrance covering the Midtown Section
Learning the trade keeping a precise record of our activities
Learning my thermometer justly clear in milk and a man of pheasant feathers
In our own vault stolen diamonds and another getaway down to Alabama
Our society with exhiliration withsoever I go
As to come to know how our tomato plants still grow
In the nearest showcase general impression.....






Hitting The Snooze Button
11-30-18

From a general impression
Presently in seediness by fiction still gazing at eighties pictures
No price tags on my shoes
They fit well
Thank you looking like a longshornman on lost highways leading me home at noon
I stay in one piece
Get a good look upon those that make the deal
Right on target up on 55th Street
Nothing but gift wrap in opposite corners
She was bored and knocked at my door
But I didn't have the mind to talk in platinum claws
Yet bearing for coffee steaming.....





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