Banana inner tub laughing hallowed mess
Trying toward crisp tangent tangled steep
Indian apple face lured kneel television and
Angel rewind venison quiet stool moving ill
Reefer still meal mapping stacked stooped
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Among Them
Jumping across glaciers on a steep
Mountainside, I feel the cherry twizzlers
Wrap around my neck. They tighten so that
I can feel the gas grill in my stomach push
Up through the misty river gate among
Several fierce animalistic angry pharoahs.
American Flag (from random shapes)
Top
Blah hum tweedle run smooth quick loud if
Rock aloof rumble sweet cough rail quite
Animated closure needles arrangement top
Circumnavigate anger stoop marketed knee
Peel vat seal punching standardized solid
Nothing Never
Inside my mind I hear a rattle.
I start to climb up to the middle.
Where it takes me makes me shiver.
Don’t you know I’m feeling dizzy.
The path of least resistance
Is the surest way to trouble.
How I want to escape
From this tired bubble.
Something promises
A change is coming.
Somehow I feel
There is a turning.
Hope abounds around the corner.
Do you see the closing never?
In Sync
I am laying here counting sheep, but they
Keep turning into shiny corvettes.
My wandering mind is uncontrollable,
Or so it seems, sometimes. Would you
Care to have a drink with me? How
Splendid! I am thankful for your company.
Waiting Room (from random shapes)
Butterfly (from random shapes)
Telling
Post flag tent meandering think stop try
Knowledge tricks quiet believing talent
Behave exchange knave knight telling up
Deep truck need neat beef feed steep tip
Beep peeved switch missed quizzing lisp
A Chance Meeting
Meandering along the colorful road,
I sniff the scent of rosemary leaves
Drifting through the breeze to meet me.
How did you guess that number?
The cook asks you with a puzzled look
On his face. I picked it by random.
Let’s all settle down to a cup of tea
And a warm hearth at our feet.
The clock strikes a heavy blow
To the curfew of many little ones
And those that are only little inside.
Cover my trail with burning incense,
So no one can follow behind me.
I fight off sleep so frantically,
As I doze into a puddle beside the street.
A bite of biscuit clings to my teeth
As I sing a melody out of sync.
Only cocoons hang in between.
So something beautiful awaits
To be born again on a mountainside.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 