its ok im a saint

a partitioned box and measurable hoax

I meant to leave home sooner

through out those escapees

who were unorthodox-ed

and also in the muddy streets

characterized by hearsay

and black impulse in toe

now and again stuck between the meadows curs

where immense heritage and forlorn past met

learned the pacifist pain in the good morning

structure weighing on me wholly


upright


my sainthood questioned

Briefing

Approach that which examines
A well calculated beneficiary
Shades where of Some ponderer
lowered by October 1950 perhaps the more suitable areas where over due cover over
were alter fun in eyes
regret the easy making
of the system non noticeable
of disturbance which one could cure the crossroad village



"""""""""""sexy witch"""""""""""



The second spot visited west of the university
In which phantoms appeared
disheveled
some possibly where not controlled
some probably were
With the help of a lot healthier things than the previous ones
sought after
by blank ecosystem travel
by bull frog plague
swamp resembled
the same drought
that planned to advance itself with
the walking of strings

mammoth delphiniums in November

remove whats left from the suitcase
place the items in the sink
bury it all in suds in the mid afternoon

regret leaving


damp
socks, ties, and a handguns

loaded

but not lost in the soup

dusting the mantle madam
dust the mantle

flawlessly

where the horse head lamp glistens
under which I split my head on Christmas

a knight sharpening me with

blood settling on presents

my new Lego fortress set ruined


give up on the dishes from yesterday
give up on the fucking dishes today

" spent the entire day on this"

your new concussion

your old mantra

made sure we laughed when the cock sucking was through

the lawyers were paid

conclusions and cars scraped

and the big brick chimneys were reduced to rubble

grandfather clock too


"i want you to stare at me all the way through the mirror"

my weak eyes will not put on a performance without inspiration

nor will we be reaping the benefits without distraction this evening


I touch the museums stockings at night

feel up the various velvet dividers

separating the public from other mammoths

I pray for the skeletons to appear in my breakfast nook

join me for coffee

man handle my toast with calcium

they can watch me eat my captain crunch too

the dead are the dead are the dead

even with sugar

but who will ring the bells with such sought after sorrow?

who will chase down the midnight wavelengths with me?

from perfect alimony

or fanatics drive ways

where was it that we could hang out our cloths?


ten stories up
one window to the left
two floors down
Catty corner to delusion
where the delphiniums hang slightly out the windows

and there figures project shadows on the sidewalk


I would speak for such ornamental s if they needed me

one quick spread of sarcasm

with my dirty Midwestern tongue