Snow

Regular feelings flow slightly over space

Between our bodies we know there is

Something real, we don’t know what.

Does it matter if we don’t understand the

Mysteries of love and pain, commitment

And betrayal? I have seen the sun set on

My hopes and dreams. I have sensed the

Turning flow of the seas. The moon basks

Our dancing in between each rain drop,

Reflecting each star, proving that every

Night brings a close to a journey, and

Every sunrise brings new energy, another

Chance to redeem oneself from the blood

That stains our hands. Wash me white as

Snow.

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Pew

In review the view is smooth the rocks

Are true all a name a tune in key do you

Move with coo  do the do realm ba do be

Here we are prove the radio tunes manure

Halo grew Jew poo we crew boo hew few

Lick tick mew vroom dew true womb boo

Argue tomb drew phew goo ol’ sew pew

Sleep More

Be nice be nice be nice do whatever asked

Smile and nod wave get along make peace

Smooooooooth it all out smoke a pipe

Reach out don’t press too much lay back

Wait and see bath until the bath water is

Thrown out along with you be patient be

Humble contrite no accusatory general

Balancing on the fence keeping with all

Don’t give anything away sleep more

Elbow

Spade slicker I guess I better when we 

Wood tallow speaking giving trees come

Never boon a Ralph’s liquor input pow

Soft jingle jack rude sleuths gripped

The  moon angel gelatin capsules bison

Every little potato chip addict youth if

Calculating ophthamology  steam tender

Green stout manufacturer snout Apple

Seeking out new space stratuses elbow

 

Stink

Bickeye bucolic amnesia forget me not

Hand off verb stink few cube grass folio

Butane chock steel wrench chain Grendel

Spew hot Jew hot slaw Volkswagen pope

Newly sauntering table top purpose sort

Keys tonal yellow disturbance aggravate

Streak pole ambulance startle twine

Grease ankle pit crew silent dice stink

Pip Sweep

Present manual seen ghosts hover swap

Maliable sever maneuver tangle streak

Table clock caught Texas stink ready pet

Peel canker sink vault green under pot

Quote dark tank weird grace keel apple

Vet feel yard garbage sent erase seep in

Ember type anal well up year pip sweep

Perfection

Intimate numbing of the minds a creative

Return to the clock strikes early too much

Peanut butter toast will fill your belly on

Old bread, but whole grain, mind you, if

The body strikes the notch skill might

Let’s go fishing from the pier at the back

Of our most scary imagination in the spot

Where we throw it all in the blender we

Hope something good will come of it but

Nothing ever does we keep on, not quite

Realizing the insanity of it all, the tiny bit

Morphs into the demon on your shoulder,

It clings, it sings, it whispers things that

Might disturb you, with a healthy set of

Wings, in a life of purity, of paradise, of

No stress or money. So, what do you do,

In this new found string of past times and

Experiential happenings, a couple stings,

For the family winged way to perfection