Simple Theories

  potato. Of the earth and yet it could be. It made eyes, and being eyes they saw. And seeing is believing. So the wind from the very heaven stretched from beginning to end. Jesus was as good as all potatoes, and the winds and strong. As saint and apostle thru nights offered belief into daze of fever bright, the Paul of Paul. What a song and the assholes sing along following along.

  Already autumn kicks Rome by way of Hannibal, justice. Leaves fall on e. e. cumming’s cold heaven head. Smooth anti-semitic foliage in gushing prolix, pre tending to leave the scene. Already the news is bad. The economy rain efficiently washing homes away. That vital prosthesis called Trump booms on. America as a country lesions further. Willows fall flat. No point can be made for viable funds of kindness, on a stormy rest day for such present god: “ Jeebers, we’ve met hollowness in the face!

  suddenly like sand. felt  sand for a moment. rock face heaval. like the time when. all to remember. all in one time.    

  Pharaoh writing the people in Language, Pharaoh’s word may be heard far and into time the peoples, hear! (That resounding, however, resides at the source of the two cosmic rivers). Synchromist faces Precisionist, the new, available whirled when winning in time, that trusty expectation of future days, In the hills, Symbolist sees Futurist and while clouds climb, No time Is any time to do but ahead.