drewerd
Dracula causes--academically derived,
frantic keystroking, loss of time and delivery.
wet wood soaked green barnacle
perhaps slack in the kindling sack
will bestoy a chance to roll out
Stretch yo legs:)
heightened cylindrical storage units
mass of feed and heat
chicken feet
cow lips
piggy back
i don't know anything. except
help there's infinite mystery
surround confound overwhelm
and love us all
for we know nothing
about saving each other
ego helium and puffed chests
believing everything
is coming our way
pop is the sound
we'd be wiser to embrace
deflation our humility
humble we respect
gifts of the present
resent no person
recognize not the swell
or lack thereof
each of us string along
tightly tethered on wrist
soiled underpants (respect to my preacher)
nurture spirituality like well-fertilized gardens
growing vivid harvests. only where we'll till
the earth under itself when the bounty's been collected;
i'll be praying
my neon blue tide
will remove the stain of a bug caught
when spreading peace and love
at sunday's religious community event.
broken statues chipped and worn by the fables of harsh time
we mend wearily
effectively
patiently
seeking chisels and steady hammers
awaiting our sunlight to burst through
shine golden attention
her rays casting upon our marbled faces
lines on the face
tired engines and languid pop stars
America's plain tired
where has the eye cream gotten to?
give us a bucket of cream ice and a television
and a spotty memory of yesterday
the day before
because a new show will give us everything
at least a reason not to go outside
for then all will know what it shows.
unbelievably slick solid
heavy and lightning quick
turn blink thoughts slip
missed another
but I'll get another chance
when i decide to wake up
hinting at something.
see shine dangling right from her earlobe,
pinned through thin skin:
i am devouring
sinful, desirous fantasy.
little does she know
of my scandalous private conspiracy:
to climb across this bed,
to nibble upon her naked nape,
to hang my tongue through
her silent attractive gem-laden piercing
connecting this fixation
to a heightened state of endorphin.
even less do i know of her dream
as i plot and write:
to climb my tower,
to find me hanging naked,
my line locked to her steel
fixing this nap she's enjoying
to the reality of dreams within dreams.
by sitting we'll cease to carry fire.
steps forward, courage has say and
sword display.
by touring we'll stand up to the liars.
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