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..

Friday, May 2, 2014

Donald Stabler (poetry)

Impediments of angels the bare wire influence, the divine
art of serene birds, elephants and apples,"Hose the dire
credence over ice and parfait like a chimp or chump sucker
in a motion plower flower, choke!!",the band beats up the
try, a sunny day in Harlequin you dust flowers over pin
head aphrodisiacs,"Bolt has me by the throat, it creams!!"
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