Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, February 16, 2014

proper thing

always a sucker for a midnight beach and a bottle of "Jordan Valley Rosay"fireworks are good and across the bay the sky explodes, old man in a wheel
chair, drunk on the grass, sleep good soldier the night is over and a new dawn
moves in. with the finite term too, trying to understand she took her life in the
subway, pregnant homeless all the roads crawled over the hill and abortion
was refused as option. the blunt.,the cup,.racket swift to draw into a moonlit
acceptance the abstract hides the shit so good..
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