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blush blue
in all the subtle rush
whom would
stand out
the secret
was that there
was no value
there was no key
in a palm
of eternity
i venture
a density
a value
in meaning
instead
This is hardly the first day
that I have scaled this lofty perch
just as the stars go on their way
the sky turning gray beyond the birch.
My breath turning to a dense mist.
Settling in the tall pine tree
in a field grown wild with plums
thick briers and honeysuckle vines
in sight of tall autumn sweet gums
near where a swamp and shoreline kissed.
Over here in the west
as you know,all from the east
we have folks marrying
all over the world
some come alone
some are fished in
some taken out of a can
then married into sexual profession
they may have earlier called sin
now a situation of win, win
You know how one night stands
came about as Broadways brand?
Later a guy just wrote to me
about his daughter eloping
with some mixed genes kind
German or Italian maybe
Hollow is the office that holds this scene
of affected accents and dire attempts at a work ethic
the summarily summoned numerical crunchers throng
around the water coolers dry
Far flung from the passion of crowds, the assembled company:
Rattle and Co go about their business
of rendering the same discordant whine,
the gift to the people holding out begging bowls
I perceived her beauty as serene and calm as the ocean,
smooth like it was carved out of a different clay portion.
Poetry condoned from wide thoughts above.
And caught up in higher heights out of reach.
Searching for answers to mysterious questions beneath the earth.
These things are out of sight, yet I fight with all thy might, hoping one day, solutions will creep to my door steps, and offer solution tips, so I can take wild leaps of faith.
floodgates thronged his abachaic tin abacus
sepulchral gateway petals pour cinders gust
bonfires brown burgundy bronze bust
red herring for stars departure.Rabbit
orbit ad hominem paves of glossary
carrot cave now on the mountains leap-year
stave and lightyear broken cords vary
foist fears were ears, tears sears
smuggle................. only cotton that reel
real fathom in the souls deep. so much
yon spindle swindle too old to die young
zigzag toe presses pallgall
death dresses made and two tags
an ugly shade
the silver
unbecoming
like the underscore
of a world
grown more
sip our emotions
and pop the lid
on our handholding
feet up on the dirty
plastic chairs
the sunshine
welting into our
photo sensitive
realms
we know nothing
of intimacy
and everything
about just being
the grunge secrecy
worlds betrayed
how we are so
used to that
brutality
I sat on a volkswagon.today,
it didn't do much.
I sat on a beetle....it squished.
Today I learned a valuable lessson.
When sitting on a volkswagon,
use an elephant.
Ask Fitzroy he has had a body left behind that in stature resembles his, while he and Mackwill's wife are away to have a damn good time, the body may have been supplied by me J Creel to disgrace the hotel LOL, but I was a little late as someone was there before me.
I told him he was finished in this city.
Thank you Mog, how many of you thought he wasn't real,
Yours Creel.
PS:- Mog or one of them is short for Morgan a man of the night who will do anything without question lol, he has an identical twin and they are both evil.
I Creel relates
Drifting toward the murder scene
I sense a hot bar of emotions there
but one host has already left the scene
yet tastes are teeming everywhere.
But one person is two it seems
and thus has a more enticing flavor
a divided host with ragged seams
this is the one which I will favor
So I dive into his mind
and find his name is Annabel...
........
My eyes just can't stop watching the body
then they blur with fright and pain
and my true self is shoved aside
I feel that I have gone insane.