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One Too Many Appointments (Hoffman The Name)
2-4-20

As I question my release going back to bed
To search out peace by a dear niece
Praying for chariots fat chance and a pit bull
O, creely command come on out for the generated solicitor
Back into the dark in bowls of tapestry knowing the here and now
To come to a drake pure as you're seasick in you say you don't want more
Too many appointments today for a mind that never
May as well try to sleep till seven if my tonsils allow me
Like a black frog in my throat driven by thirst....




Gomer Weeds A Homer
2-4-20

Today it's do or die and or both
At seven I eat my Oreo cookies alone
Being the truck driver as to distribute the goods
Down to Big Sur for new methods in brotherhood seemingly better up than down
P.S. I need to rest, hon
Do we deal with these preliminaries
All as well for the symbol song come to
From the Berkey and washed arms within
Give it one more try
Not an aliby
God, I pray for them
And someone to meet today
To show me the way
And I pay their plans be straight
More than just come what may.....

rattler

Brain Rattler
2-4-20

Up and at it
And back to bed again
As one is the number of this friction
And green is the color soon to come for another gambling baritone
And a deathbed cigarette by the address to the fair youth
Like an early morning reverberating amplifier
Just doing its thing feeling haughty glad with our Roman
As to step on back out and venture as to evoke joy and tenderness in our mighty of lighting
Back to talk far known what you want before you inquire...





Answers In Our Analytical
2-4-20

Cellphone temporarily misplaced until I get her ring
And put it on my own fixed Catfish John appellation
Combing Tolstoy's beard in its round and I am discovered
As to become incredible aware of a fate world far dying
And I die a little more in each industrial atom
Is it worth dying for so inquired the practitioner
In your dirty little war
By the cat of fear and pup laughter
As to dissolve oneself to draw again winging the analytical
Of higher insight
Two hours to your dark side in cars
Tug my lifeline for the room in the dark
But I'm just a soldier and more making ways straight
For paths pure....

Carina

Carina
2-4-20

 Feeling more secure and dandy while upright
As to recollect skull candy
And with the music of obsessions
We're in for a fight yet I'm a volume hazed
In all I keep on trying to be
The color of celestial stories among accomplished authors
And mere ravishing to my brain
Tolling bells in photos for cranium for unpaved terrain
I go my way and you go yours
Just as compelling as God tells His
Live and welcomed on calls the Tantric
And go for measured Arctic
In waving and singing and good timing......

passes

As My Brain Passes
2-4-20

Better off upright if only but for a moment
I can't help but the praise in this moment industrial
Of net sharpened for life better off upright as a shave to try to sleep
Quite insane and uptight
I'm in too deep giving it another go and no more pliny one more helm
So it will be as to infuse affection of those devils Chattalan at my face
Got to get a fix on you
As yet for reasons damned if I do
Never shouting if I don't
I've got to get a fix on you
And hide it up as wild as I can....





Returning At Midnight (Thirtieth Chances Along Route Thirty)
2-4-20

As one lies from the truth again
I'm set on fire with Cevil in my head
I admire Tolstoy's beard
And go back to bed
For men in the fifties this time maybe
This time I will sleep
As to prophesy in part
While bending off the walls
For bridge carefree
Jesus down the wrong drainpipe
Where Valentine arises and the wonderful plans anon
God has me awake for a reason
And I don't want to squander this opportunity to share
That tambourine reliquince
During my last drop to all that in again
As caught in to the right of way of this plan....

Lordsburg

Lordsburg Loves
2-3-20

Be not back on the bench within
And in the thick of the struggle
I hand the controls over to rests
Where I wonder why my mind won't explode and implode
As is honey and outcome
Next cigarette is your call
Gentile so gentle and just as rough
For all equal cakes made by as our inhabitant
As sanguinary tomorrow and thine apples
sound and volumnous
Else the shutdown be having eve counsel
Even to sects rather in Lordsburg
In what is meant to be where we live in ranger commons......





Ye Ought Not Struggle
2-3-20

Ye ought not struggle like you do
And just abide in the vine for vintage kine
Jesus' first sign
Back in our books of crotches of the cubit
Taking on hopes and anything sounds pretty
Good night about now with bony hews
Till the crown on my radio
I quit like men and in self-spiritual fuel
Of a dream without a light list for olive oil
Yea, we live forever inward  for golden blue activity
Abraham ankle Shamgar as to delegate gentle the gentile
I'm harsh to like this game.....

Geshe

Geshe Goes
2-3-20

Obviously God has reasons for me being awake at this hour
How much to want just one hour of shuteye
Where New Orleans begins again
And slow raw slices in the first as my beloved
Where I keep on attempting real sleep
Listening for the voice of light
On the other end of the tunnel
As correlated in the month of May
I can at last afford beef jerky and pumpkin seeds
among Tantric deities upon a white draught of light
Out of breath as the long distance runner and I have no rest
As to crave my fashion....




Lion's Roar
2-3-20

And God knows all I have is time today
Snoozing and sharing white upright
As we ride off convicted by the cigarette
For another turn and one eighty in books of the shekel
Not a thing to silence
Give it another try and rest at the Almighty
My lion's roar within my head as ouches howl
In my brain as the price enhances the master
As to learn that I can
As to want it around it
Under Apple Thunder
You're my breathing margin yet to inherit
Quit day
Sweet sixteen....

brazen

Brazen Slumbers
2-2-20

I wouldn't wish this on anyone
As to enjoy the vice while I still can
Sitting next to my tin man
To bury him where I was born
And where in first to Bortiarier Rekker
Looking for someone even if they are only brazen
All the way to Tacoma piano thee play and light up
While you still can
All for the Oceanian eye
And another stone to roll up the will
Remembering Grandpa Bill
Like digital waters feasting green
As a mirror I become
One minute with groundhog day
Where is the show today....





Music Happens
2-2-20

Back at it with no plan save the faith
Gazing into photos of our Auricular Landscape
Plans to the people I see yea to give it three more chances
Yet the dreamer is on a river
Like a pen in our pockets dreaming of morning
Yet to learn how to meditate all over again
On the edge of of our Princes
To cut up reviews and I take a bath
Just to avenge in the steam
So I can at last dream
As if I were halfway sleeping
Dimas Harper music
And a ten gram giggle....

Kalevala

Killing The Kalevala
2-2-20

In the cut-up feel of fathered Fenuz
Glad of it
Time to post something better off upright with pen in hand
Somebody by the wayside
I lose it all known by day-glow as curtain and gloom
Having a cubit take on keepers in war with charming creations sly
Love set till at ease to venture with God anew as Zen
To transfuse war seemingly not melencholy in gratuity
As the insane poet needs not choose butter on the same Grandfather clock
Radio trend into the cave corner....

fingers

By The Fingers Of Beethoven 
2-1-20

some sick of the mania
And some never get tired of quail
And I get well now that the card is in the mail
Piping in the tree
No such future up in smoke
O, take this heart and break it
For coffin travel and a U'Haul with our hearse
From Sitha by existential parody and a second backwards
Then you go in poems of love and friendship and agape and purloining
In that it ought to be the law of affections from Sitka to Tacomb
Then the bells of heaven may burn by ways of Harper helpful and no such waste
At our Adlestrop given the cash crop again
Where sugar cane is heavy....





Bosely Bundle Back Packers
2-1-20

Hoping I take much better care of myself
Today now that I am conscious of this conscience
Simple as that for the legends of my childhood
Yea, plural over a bottle of cold water and another old shave
Off of Ekron unto Findod
as I know no other god
Call him Jason of the Argonauts
In Keith Noseley from musical chairs for Tolstoy
And Toy's tool
Go ahead and call me a fool
In asteroids encased just call me Jace
When I look in the mirror
I like the sight of my own face
I suppose that's where the devil wants me to be...





Negotiation
2-1-20

Take it easy on yourself
And go to bed Doctor's order
In dreams of sweetness up at quarter till two in the afternoon
I finally get some rest
Asking God for His inspiration
And to have some fun with it
In Kerouac's book of Sketches
On the hook worms and wretches
O, that I am of such
Have a wonderful day
And let's keep in touch
Tasting death for a bed
I send us homeward bound
Forty six years alive
And read again O Piano Tree
Play from Theorval from Master Jean staying lean
Even since I was eighteen
All in our Kalacala devotions
Dying to myself again.....

beef

Beef Barley Bliss
2-1-20

Loving the theme of veggies and beef
By a poet well for almost as fortunate as the thief
Back in '41 piano riffs between harmonica howls
And for smiles and scowls
No one's business but Dylan's on darkest concert halls
Back into Tacom smelling ones mules and frosted cakes
Same old same old for Macadamia and a hard pill to swallow
And plenty of cold tap water for refreshment raised by Bhak
And white dogs chasing Lassies Piato three
Play and take this heart
And one along to it.....





Finding My Own Sonnet
2-1-20

Found one of my sonnets
Fourteen lines worth
Rehashing in Apollo for Zeus
And lots of juice To the vexed
And Eisethia brought to Delos
For what would you have me to do today
And the answer is get some rest
after I fold at ten and imbibe another sermon on the radio
Sending my epic to pupils telling it like Telphusa
As to anoint the literature
Going sober by my own agency under shadows of redwoods
As in Herald unto the gaudy and cheap
Hoping to get some sleep and dream of learning to fly
All over again....

P.R.

Soon Time For Air

2-1-20

All of this desire doth increase 

On a cold day 

I get my peace 

In neutral drinking of herbs 

For Jesus tasting death 

For every man among younger generations 

To go it again all in Rimbaud 

For writings to encipher by carrots and Baudeliare 

Banished when I dance toward you 

When it comes to you 

Thank you Jesus for knowing 

As predicaments in longer serpents que pasa amigo adios tu for Pythan pleasures 

As constructed in Apollo and the dancer he had slain 

And squirrels writing among forms of thrilling all for nine slices of P.R. and her kiss.....

Nine Slices 

2-1-20

Halting children in pure waters of Leto yet in veto 

In another me to do what you need to do 

Today among unknown evening soars and moral support 

For these darkened cans

Yea, I did it again 

Heed the worried wind occupied 

Exceeding the sin of smoke 

And iniquity of chocolate 

And nine slices of smoked beef and hurting music 

dance toward me, please as prescribed 

For the worship tomorrow 

Plenty of time to get my rest 

In prayer I commune with the Holy Spirit upon my bed 

Where Leto comes on too strong for ham and bacon 

Nine slices.....