a slug inside of a purse

steady rain fills warm beer mugs
terrible insights.  friends in the nighttime.
candlesticks in silence
a slug inside of a purse, screaming for help

The flowers on your dress

The flowers on your dress say a lot about you.  They tell me you like flowers.  That's nice.

Flowers sit distinctly on a park bench, chatting this way and that about the weather.

The bees seethe in themselves, taking away indignity with fresh helping glares.

Gallop along in your relationship, we all see how tired..

Let me be explicit, for once:

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and never, ever, eat 28hzlmmn1#%&(

I probably don't need to say this but it's not allowed to put your qwaff3l889WWQ in a woman's LKmcx7^^4112.

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"It is all darkness."

KNOTS

highheaded monsters vomiting theology
when did all the tall headed men step back?

Most definitely do I operate.  I am assured of constant chittering,
and gold lights fastened to the corners of my eyeballs.

sleeping arms and unperceived dreams
means I never want to finish a sentence in my life.
What might be a little nobler?
Oh, what do I say to my old house?
and everyone that ever was it
needs me to carry them off.
everyone is crazy if I'm not just myself.

Long Tall Striding Footsteps
kick the hallway dark
suits and swift knocks
Uniforms are very hot in the summertime.
Nothing fits inside of pockets except a dull knife
and an unripe orange.

Take what you can get from your jam,
but don't talk about it in public.  That sounds super fleck
about the word around on ya.
I don't know any suitable dialect.
I wish a quiet smile would suffice.

KNOTS

dew something

dew something some
writing is due
dutiful writing thing
dew something writing
is thing some due

what's something duty
what's something

I try not to finish myself
on my self error

dew something

try not to write.

Tom is the rock

Tom is not concerned.  Tom knows who he is and what ought to be done.  Tom is the man to guide our community through this difficult time.  Tom is the rock that we all may rest on.  His judgement is sound, and his actions are swift.  Tom's leadership alone will sound our enemies' horns of retreat.  I am sure you all remember, dear brothers and sisters, those darkest of days in our history, when persecution and humiliation were all that we knew--simply because of who we are.  We were hungry and a'feared, a'feared our children would not live long enough to bury their parents.  Well it was Tom that saw us through in yesterday, and it is Tom who can see us through today.  Make no mistake, we need him more than he us, and Tom deserves our thanks and respect.  No, more than that, he deserves our devotion.  Only Tom can deliver us, I say.  With this in mind, I hereby nominate Tom as the Assistant Vice-Chairman of the Southern Ohio Chapter of the Americans United to Feed and Appreciate Squirrels and Pigeons in the Park Society.

Personally building personality buildings

The Human Mind as:
Being a tower structure
a towering structure
made with blood, mortar
and honey'd bone scaffolds
poking point at the sky

it can teeters, then lean,
kneeling close to the dirt
then swing back
falling in the wind, crossing the sky

grotesquely leaking tars
and subtle poison shame
(overestimating the capacity to sin)

the neighborhood is alive
lots of other human minds
swaying their own
way, too in a
fog filled with
disturbing dissimilarities
in the architecture

squat little towers
thick with faith
and built with big slave pillars
between the white
trees

skinny skinny dogs
making couplets
in the streets