Lace

Between toll quietly tridents bow try all
Cauliflower quotations Greek albums end
Connotation crisp older happenstance if
Cooler kites friendly visceral loading lace
Geronimo drugs favorite justification ill
Boasting hit lost ministry creativity ballad
Balance jerky lording hefty pushing great

Coke

Bleed roughness twit van bent landing do
Policed treatment front fallopian true dud
Jolly virtually polishing readiness coke in
Pointing referee winning fed pointillism
Huge dead fear falling youth greatness bit
Jumped beer mentioning kicked green in

Blue

Jumping in, I feel the sides sinking down.
Falling forward, the sound I cry unfolds.
Do you know how much it hurts?
Do you feel the pain oozing out?

How many times must I listen to
My beating heart aching for you?
Now I see the everlasting
Point of tension in my chest.

Closing doors cut me off
From the source of life so true
I am spacing out, busting through
So much I understand is blue.

Emptiness

Spinning in circles in my mind
I struggle hard to try to find
A reason for me being here
It's things like that which aren't so clear.

Do you know what time it is?
Do you even care?
I'm not bothered by the weather,
Unless I can't get from here to there.

Can you sing a happy song
When you're not feeling up to par?
Can you force a grin,
When your worries number like the stars?

I would like to leave myself behind.
Not concerned with all the signs.
Can you see what I'm getting at?
Don't bother figuring that.

Buried

Benevolence star crass bean drip collision
Cute behavioral pot pry leaves annihilate
Costly Cuban quarter links labels buried
Totalitarian regards beetle barf talentless
Astronomically quasi lifting Antilles order
Popular crunching battle cabinet leaches

Otter

Loan laugh tease help lend beef cue tip
Mop bending qualified bouncing alto end
Prevention gullible invented goose peace
Liposuction vindictive doppelgänger otter
Bandaging freedom yankee greased jots
Puddles sift barbiturates pending handle
Pincers rehash gender spew kaleidoscope

Nor

Going gone on a plain something's in the
Way. Stork presents diaper wrapped up
Cuddle squeeze ladle omnipresent living
Death happy smirking lively enamored
Enter Galapagos oozing triumph stick nor
Battle romp huge stack pompous reading

Daily Unwind

Tip top over again,
The water drips down
The holy rim.
My cup runneth over,
Says the beggar to the thief.
Let's go over yonder
To see what to believe.
I yearn for something real
That grabs you one Saturday afternoon
When you're speeding around a curve
In the foot of the Appalachian hills.
Follow the preacher, the teacher,
The housewife comes and goes.
Pour the wine even better than before.
Lower the paralytic through the roof
To be healed by sacred hands.
Touch the robe of the holy one
And the ages of blood stop immediately.
Provide and share and they are blessed
Cornucopia all over again.
Fishes and loaves and ways to fill the belly.
Round we go, straight ahead, blindfolded.

Doing Nothing

I don't feel like going out today.
There's no one I want to see,
Nothing I want to say
To anyone around me.
Maybe I'll go back to bed.
Maybe I'll just rest my head
On this pillow on the couch.
Maybe I'll sink down,
I feel a slouch coming on.
I don't want to do anything,
So I'll just sit here
Doing my thing,
Not talking to anyone.
No, it's not much fun,
But I can't imagine another way
To isolate myself
And socialize.
The two don't go together,
It seems, and I am not so clever
As to think of something original.
Yes, I'd like to do something unique,
Something spontaneous,
It's the end of the week,
For goodness sake.
If you think of an idea
To help me overcome,
Whisper in my ear,
Or tell someone else
To tell me soon.
I've waited all year
For a chance to overcome,
But today, it seems,
Is not my lucky day.
I don't know
What I'll do with myself.
I guess I'll just wait here
For something or someone
To catch my attention.
Something to do
Is bound to happen.