

a shy soundit could fit inside thea shy sound
size of that whisper i'm disintegrating now i can't tell the difference between anyone i'm
not able to see like i'm supposed to be it's popping in front of your face or more to the side of it
my one plus one humor faded
huh hey shut the
mouth up they hand you items
and it allows you
to actualize what's the stamp? say, idiot is it
your turn boy stands looking through the hole in the fence i've never been late posted on a billboard missed you
and with


the perception of himeverything he gavethe perception of him
(came from her) as
the stained glass wept; objects
are unthinkable. fingers knotted kept calmly, quietly,
inside the organ.
"she surely," he
says (or tries to say),
"she surely saw..." slothlike pawing at the body they
hibernate.


the simple lifei wish i had a picturethe simple life
of your face when, in the morning, you smile so
lovingly at me.
the rose came into bloom when i seen you. on the windowsill the petals turned toward the sun and i pointed it out,
"look: the light (has won.) "


marchingyou always hope it was the face it all withoutmarching
one we were talking about ever knowing what
with bucket in hand and became of the
shovel and salt to pour in tombstones laid out some jumped at the sound so carefully watched of the trumpet and the one skeleton dance as who played went in beat carelessly throw
to the time you chose to necklace of pearls return to dusk on her with tinges of green voice did not matter to moss between rust the then
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