Sunday, September 17, 2017

When You Got a Headache

This is god, the day after
day. And this is
words, along train. This
evidence if you when but
conditionally since
god, practical, obvious
assertion, and
where underwear.

This is the god then. These are the
god now. If everything plain
and children, which a decree
can depend, what love and
all? When god the After occurs
before then now, making
sense is evidence.

Ed Sheeran Cancels St Louis Okay???

That edge of something
has a little sense

Every day is the only reason

Lifting is the light of
Plain

It doesn't hurt
As urgent as it gets

The tourist of us all
Smells world and the pasture
Too

Pleased to see the
King and queen
As daisies

Monday, September 11, 2017

Because of aYoga Mat

Survival seems likely words, like green in nature. Like creates time and beginning, assertively and green. We can all think of manatees, live oaks, cumulus, and Day. The streets are perfect for Day. Survival, then, it has a place. It hears the ocean, it delivers space. It is a crusty cry sentence with a melody. Filaments wrap into light by electrical charge worthy of celebration. A topic sentence begins the way appeal. But this is no poem, no. No poem is any word but all.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

And Now You Do What They Told You


It is a word a bug can't take any more.

We are weirder than the oil used to flay tender Towns.

Beaches, come back monday!

Principle stacks elegiac.

Sometimes the something, in so many words.

The last sentence was not just.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Every Taylor Swift Song

Notice flax seed. It is terrible. It resolves into numbers and you are helpless. It grows in imagination, which lacks forgiveness. It seems so friendly, yet your roots run lack of plant. Your human bones feel like endlessness. You cannot forgive a seed, a tiny eternity, a spot of growing time in your weak eye. You cannot milk flax. It is thunder beyond sound, lightning beyond sight, anything beyond you. You are time's implicit reaction to no time. You will have to wait till no time wins, long after flax.

Aren't You Glad?

Language and town complete
last bill. Frequency benefit as of
why cry child?

Chatter of words broken
to belly ache, clock
on talking door. Door
frames opening to
not quite,
stall tactic average motion.

Licking tears compote via
word meaning not quite
word, when you get down to
it.

Everything is it on Tuesday
with colorful phrases and
a taste for abject
misery.

The main assumption of Mary
turned to
words.

Evil Kid Trope

Dear Walking Perhaps,

You are Past and when you justify. It is. Closing, like the end of fields. Grey is a matter of clouds or naught. Fluxion. TowaRds __ Rds become a way, or not even respect. How to gamble becomes first if not only. So.

So gentle town lacks real estate. A grayness involves cover. Today after, a sun day. Any daY prey. So what in the tribal blur, exemplary maximum of if function. Saying you means me,naturally. The town is tainted falls from only one space.

So later, after fall, these definitions of this.