Consciously Arriving

somber comedy

wise about 

emotion

she picked 

my tarot 

card

babe i hardly knew

her

and still she drove your car

i should have ringed ya

should have ne’er broked my

neck. 

i should have ne’ver 

seen ya, 

now both you and i and her

are mass effect

awoke a sleeping heart

balistic transitionless exactly what i mean 

40 f’s (red) inventory

spit too much time out

it was burgersville or bustville

the gray was red 

and the handsaw teeth were fortunate sepulchres

sons being thrown into a grave they dug themselves. it was hysterics!

adultery. is when and only when the real tele-kinetics could speak voraciously. to your images. like a sunkist black boy with low cut hair and a black t-shirt walking the crooked sidewalk from my view in a car. i loved him. the unknown. knower of nothing but the now. his nothing now. and never will be again. i loved. him there i said it and say it to you now. his headphones eternally big or his head eternally small. this glimpse that you never knew would turn turn . it’s back here. and for your fortune. fin. 

it was a bummer. a let down. a conversion into the secret hidden light switches of our subculture. we prophesized like we were from the mouth clicking tribe. troubadouric dictionaries boring us like an episode from my youth couth. directly from a “nook” in my cranny series. an episode of “GIRLS” or sex in the city. if you will. 

clanker 

clank

shells

sea shells

astronomy

flippant fillapina

canteens

sounding off the 

old flashing memories of highschool telling taling tele-kinetic-ing about

hiroshima? no , no , no, zips. zanks. sparks. effulgences? thrown bones. 

Chelsea Peretti? which is it? fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzin and might-‘fully’ writing universal codex. 

fun future for final fortunes

sight machine blues the very real and deeper blues than yours

contact lenses were of those inventions

that was suppos(for the lovely you to be seen)e to fix me, right? 

who knows maybe sigh(it’s irritate vigor)t is overrated. 

maybe my mind is wired to not see very well. 

which is maybe why i don’t love detail. maybe why. . (yuor smell your scent). 

(matched out calorics; and over a tower again)

(precisely castling down) 

wall touch (pressed up against your)

not that i missed your

face. your body. our time though. a little. 

poisoned me? 

what i wanted or needed.

you were in the black and of 

the white.

oh boy-girl

said some god

somewhere

unprejudice

of course

. 

count the told tales.

and the ones that hate you.

i mean, the real you.

just standing in breathing.

delicate lungs and air in all 

all you have to do is stay 

away from them. that’s 

it!

skeletalM.Issue

lets let investigations lie for a while as the time of the child passes by 

trying to convey the time in bells

bells that don’t mean no “well” 

sorry i mispoke these whispers

ampere 

the project of your ear

*whisper now*

(again)

Seashell Drag Queens (advertisement)

Sucking on a blue push pin back

Waiting’ for Corrina to cure my blues

Shes too busy getting tattoos

Kissing statues

And being fun on her Halloween issues.

I’ve seen more pictures of women

than women have seen naked pictures

of me being. fresh out of the acute and tongue tied

neo-tub that is my concrete bed. 

Then again, actual women that I’ve “see”,

well were they even “were”?

I’ve seen more video of women

“women of video” To last me for the rest of my homosapien-being.

Well, I’m just sitting here being numb (her panties clinched) in the

Mouth, waiting for Corrina to “came” down to

Me today…

I’ll be waiting, till’ the juice runs down and down and down

My leg. again. counting in bills, illegal. slippery hand wet handing off of the jaw of the porceline . waiting to stealtheshow

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