#1 @
11:25
#2 @
12:06
#3 @
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!
(2.20.00)
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