"Climb the Skys"

 

 

Bitter the heightened: Unreached, she feel.

GO. From time time sworn an arrives,

could follow ones make us: Are born all?

 

Have been place? The is mind is we now. We are.

The Hung-up. Cold-birthed, the alive;

governors and daughters. Children.

 

Deserve? You save if wosh. Singing as have in again.

Mother is the that everyone adored.

 

Like raincloud the tents we joy. NOW.

LARGER HEIGHTS GO WALTZING: Night alive.

The mind, wanting; as cower promised

 

flowers out earlobe sun. Mean? Time? 

Virgins on, that reason alphabet poison,

 

on upheaval forwards, done absolute: Sleep

shakes, as lovers ignore ever do hold on to. Hold to. On. Hold to.

For the? The comes. Hide! Don't to her. O-h-h-h-h-h.

 

 

 

 

"Calendar, Calendar"

 

 

We that lives aligned aligned never minding tomorrow

Daft-breaken speaken notoriously out of time

Is this to meaning as contemplation is to result? Formed farms fired

from producing good in the world that lives, let's lie under a bridge

n.ot again, see if we can't hear the train laugh.

Afternoon ending its chime: We have more, if you want more

 

to more. Riverbeds park their forehead lots, watching

neon saxophones bleeding all night. Caressable strength arriving

from the grave of we that sighs n.ot again, saves:

Do not follow the river to its underbridge passes. Come, no:

Stay longer a little while, won't you? For why? Of the when?

 

There, unnoticeable, but inside mind the mind that reels dreams

spiralling slipt-bottom balconies--cackle, weep, cackle

For we the stage; joy in naked breasts outwith constraint,

refrain, or sleepingfied careers for funny-coloured paper--we,

the singing sky on our sweating knees, bruised elbows

Fingernails speak secrets slow no.t again, is it gold? Tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

"ALL A-B-O-A-A-A-R-D!"

 

 

Stark distance, ravished. Obliviated terms of stepping stones,

therein a secret. Never minwroowroooding the abstinence of legendary

typists dreams; stars are golden-silvery, who knows where the

sidewalk ends as the road turns to its bend, & the crossroad comes

knowledge seepchuggaing from vachugaggabond balconies, nor the snores

of a thousand miles that plea liwroooooke beggards:

"What else, humanity, can you show us?" NO SHOW TONIGHT.

Why not?

Why so?

Why oh, then:

at the guards sprichuggankling poor piper prichuggacks peddling partridge

peasants pleasantly pleadingpantrampolinesconfusionecessaryesterdayslavenedresscodeternities.

The death of magenta skyways, a mile upon this Earth's frozen humanity,

warmed by the schuggacent of your long-wishes, sour, unspoken through a

Majesti--NO, NO NOT AGAIN, wandering--Vacancy hitherto

vagrancy my own two-stoowrooowroooped feets sludged, trudging

between our minute's hesitation? Cowroowroome to me, new morning,

& we'll Waltz our wwrooowrooay across Savannah chandeliers. chugga.

 

 

 

"Naked Breakfast"

 

 

We  w i l l  see the happy--; alling the  n a m e: A high sineguard is foynd--

T h e  mind is cumbersomefields  o f  growing Spinetrees

o n  d e c k  o f  b o a r d w a l k   ep i p h a n i es--

I am  y o u   t h a t  in peace  s h o u l d  flee--

THE WAILS AND THRILLS OF WE COMING DOWN! Down!

W h e r e? N o/ codo  h e r e  s h a l l  n o t b e permittted---it will be permitted---

and encouraged; for mind is saviour and  l a v  i s h l y   m o r  os e 

fields  f e e l  too real/ a l l  h o w   w e   a n y w a y?

In  l a t e-night romance/ t h e   m o o n   i s   ou r   p o w e r and street light--

Guiding d i r e c t i o n-- Faell/  i n h i b i t i o n-- Rewe/ restraint-- The now--

Where the T r a i n on a ferris wheel slow goes enough to curl up

u n d e r n e a t h  Pound's t o n g u e-- donotwait-- Lo n ge r  ever--

In si len c  e/ you-- M a k e  sure the  b a l c o n i e s  are alright for

her to prepare that the service  e n d i n g  i s  n o t  t h e  f i n a l   s e r v i c e--

and that the  s e r v i ce  unending is  o u r  contraption  f o r  her.

 

 

 

 

"25/8"

 

 

In the morning: the new morning: windowsill prophecies

moments leave: Wants you she piping for a candle-sticking sun

that makes we of always should ever happening as it to goodbye in you

will spool-fool threaded shoulder into: bare: crawling naked

the night the mind the night the mind: At last!

Last at! Ah: Don't make the masters angry:

Stay right where you are:

In company: yes: Invited-- the happening: At hand: levee raise

the morning before growing too large: She's of one: us:

that remains partridged: kneeling: goodbye yearned: To the crow:

Apt no time at all: where we flew chewing out those hating futures:

promises: like an ever that lives beyond what you should FOCUS on

until you're cready to see anybody dreaming of your touch:

you don't want one your loves playing pricks saviour: hey?

An alleyway cathedral real neat: yee:

The absolute fraction sold more dimes than carnivoral floral whismatic

alibis sealing ecstaci the shoulders out here coming to get you get you: safe?

SAFE?! AHAHAHA! You're a good laugh:

Be sure to tell that one to me when I'm above you: Day never come: bum:

you're outta luck: Is this meaning? This: Mercy?

 

 

 

 

"We Belong Here"

 

 

The mind, see, isout aning other

dreamshed-up seats atall. See? Othe sideout,

The higher-actors hiredfamily,friends,flirtcanes,

 

& heahouldersthink entirservationely waste.

Tonguence births dwenaling tombstones, the livnoom couch,

creak bones smoke cigarettes down filter everyone entering 'home'

STINKSTINKS!

 

Arrives with somewheives, that comgoes ALIVE now;

mere aliveity in breock? Doesn't to love without

whisords flashhe free-tail obation deodering.

Religuncoikled ion's fanyouthtasy

 

spoiled at the ceredemonycay?

broBeaukenTiful Asylum, suredam lyned.

Certified creep, wants sleep.

Morning isthe souofoy I taste when turnver iy oveselpt mattress,

 

as theAll coawling to my windidimes. StinkSTINKS.

fmellyshallbreath, & n'body want sleep THAT. Unless..

The beast comes from within! inwith!

 

To them, quiantic; siabbreviatiolence there, skytasy Drivel.

Hysterics! Plithygion, thathysteric rhetoric: Hone-s-s-s-sty wrapped

serenadedsere, yet untainruth: The 'dow's galls, blow.

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