ANXIETY SHUFFLE: corduroy offspring, select hypnotherapies, confusion fold-ins, pouring out of every pore in my body atmosphere and certain obscure trivialities in spain, stalling sentences that lock the door and put mind mud thru the keyholes, plain uncensored longing on unrealistic divides, strange rainfall of uncollected colors vaporizing into spiraling steam now erasing collective memories into a dustbin to make room for the future, giant metal rims arcing far into the distance coating cities under fogs of delicate incense, and drowned apart thoughtstreams echoing flakes of air off this headpiece.
BREATHE THRU POINTING BIRDCALLS: pterodactyl timelines and the vibrations of mars onward to the rings of saturn and lost time black holes.
ANSWER CUING GRAVEYARDS: fossil paper blind switch, yr thoughts or mine, and please call the number as designated in the space aside. overneath the polarizing sky and crashing for centuries as desired at will. nothing can come between them.
best diamond high. forever and all leaves. broken folding chairs topple off buildings into the glazed streets vying for attention. bundled balloons drift. capped logic and mulled over momentary clarity on a glass fade divide. sweet and bitter radical relations tying up the atmosphere into a single breath and compressing forgot instances down to microscopic melodies in the shade. where is the random vision of our dreams, violent rushing and passionate indifference, that steady flow of infinity uncontrollably crowding the scene, painter side and flash off resonance
green dots have hundred year spans shut down a case that put untied locks into southern craters, stone fist sentences, and great white orbs. ceaseless and disengaged poor stolen darts flying thru apomorphine basements and mists of poisonous vapor, blind shells declined invitations when full of an empty and swollen exposed chest cavity, racing at this odd angle to where a dozen scotches settle. levitation, is only a state of mind inside of a lantern lit cellar full of drank wine and abridged yells off a cliff in december. why will the red undertow not abduct our senses and thrush towards and with violence on a timeline wearing sunglasses, peaceful as a nuclear explosion in the silent morning sunrise. weep and be full of doves that they may burst thru yr ribcage and into the conversation. blindness is only for those who cannot see thru what is clearly not there, entering a vast hallway stacked of holographic collectibles waiting to be set aflame above the bottomless ocean and its always mathematical splendor, until an actual sleep wrestles away with aether tattoos and hundred year negations. fill yr heart with obstacles and chew yr dreams to liquid, run down the streets of nonsense yelling questions without endings