in ink-pencil love to...

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11:25

#2 @

12:06

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12:17

         it's 12:38 and 45

more time

these days in flowing to

and relating from

is all we find

more freakish, every-blind, flowing time.

more and more and

more and more    more time

to open or close doors

build the walls the

world erased

of our mother's nipple

or our father's belt

of a grown man pissing

to a young boy's 

eyes

time...i have said before

is effervescent and

is mine...

the bubbles in the serum

the life which counts for

breath which has

no mind          only

it's inception escape

the bounds of time

the energy that ever moves

and wont likely die

that gives men reason to 

document-count life

waiting for the train

year of the dragon express

wanna feel my best

wanna redefine tenderness

would just take one second

to talk to the people

might last just the thousand blinks that

is a spider's eye        may just

lift the wail in the cougar's cry

i live in dungeons through

mistaken trial

by overlaw.....i

live in painted grass on tainted straw

bed claw nail and suture

live through combine

heavy cloud burst

snow light tree hat clove

      and spoon

to digest sister moon

the law to jungle

in ink-pencil love to

all who broke their castle

love to all the severed heads

bald head hustlers, Cuban

heroes, shorn/locked, wooly

dread.

love saves all through breaking time

love saves us to break with time

clamor and clatter up

the nose in

your chimney...i gotta 

go this time-

get up soon!

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