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uncertain like dunes
when i do not think but live

i still confuse myself
with what I wrote at the bar
on the towers of violence
who cross through the fingers as a dream come true
on an ice field who are contrary
and carnations Mount devastated the gardens to the light
I see the globe, shake it outdoes
the moult from the last bolt in the distance
Thousands dead as acid house incense
That affability there again exists along the runaway
off the horrible elaborated
If I Swing for the speech,
the granite burden on humanity, the uncertain that the weeping invoked
The Marmites of the mating time
, the octagonal shoaled One behind wanders
From a knowledge worthy aim,
the idea of country as a penitent salvation
As mankind weeping novelty
The pure act intentionally if dates
nibble in the sun
If the wish along the quay cools the laurel
dancing and the kingdom Malnourished
a compelling idea of a chameleon,
the fireworks money embosom
Selene the doubts are far from the solution
and mauve will perceive as the story of the soprano with a voice of gold scales
She laughs it off
She said where one is in hell doing
the trenches of intentions

on overt behaviour Close
Tremble it as dreams as sinewy
as the thorns of quarrels
Flank of unbearable dismissal
She longs for truth Behaves like a violin
The hunt is on saying goodbye gnaws
at the foot of a low-cost legacy rages
over who's ideals and an idyllic purple sparks
That night the clouds as the light path grazes Lyrical Sunken
thats who i'm letting poetry excist
in the cornered absolom
where we speek from first to last
in an uncoming desteny

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:uncertain like dunes
when i do not think but live

i still confuse myself
with what I wrote at the bar
on the towers of violence
who cross through the fingers as a dream come true
on an ice field who are contrary
and carnations Mount devastated the gardens to the light
I see the globe, shake it outdoes
the moult from the last bolt in the distance
Thousands dead as acid house incense
That affability there again exists along the runaway
off the horrible elaborated
If I Swing for the speech,
the granite burden on humanity, the uncertain that the weeping invoked
The Marmites of the mating time
, the octagonal shoaled One behind wanders
From a knowledge worthy aim,
the idea of country as a penitent salvation
As mankind weeping novelty
The pure act intentionally if dates
nibble in the sun
If the wish along the quay cools the laurel
dancing and the kingdom Malnourished
a compelling idea of a chameleon,
the fireworks money embosom
Selene the doubts are far from the solution
and mauve will perceive as the story of the soprano with a voice of gold scales
She laughs it off
She said where one is in hell doing
the trenches of intentions

on overt behaviour Close
Tremble it as dreams as sinewy
as the thorns of quarrels
Flank of unbearable dismissal
She longs for truth Behaves like a violin
The hunt is on saying goodbye gnaws
at the foot of a low-cost legacy rages
over who's ideals and an idyllic purple sparks
That night the clouds as the light path grazes Lyrical Sunken
thats who i'm letting poetry excist
in the cornered absolom
where we speek from first to last
in an uncoming desteny

.. you know, fish, I myself.. [in and amid these threadoms somewhere].. have been accused of thinking too much.. but I believe such accolade [or its opposite, as the case may be] rightfully belongs to you. Or, no, maybe that's "Thinking Too Much without the Proper Thesaurus".. [oh, and that also just happens to be another contender for the chapbook title]

.. now, I don't have time at the moment to give your thesaurusless opus its--okay, not to repeat myself, but its "dopus".. still, I will take the time to suggest a nice hot bath with some manner of bath salts or something. I have one with eucalyptus that would really wipe out any thoughts you were contemplating putting to paper--and in no time at all. [once all that aromatic, desert shrub steam engulfs you, that is] Oh, and this would also help you with your detox. [if you're doing as I suggested, and stopping with the junk, fish] [although this last outpouring would suggest otherwise]

.. by the way, I thought I'd make special note of your use of the words: 'violence' and 'violin'.. which I can't help but notice have a nice ring to them.

signed,

Dr. Violet D. Flowers.. [whose ancestors once provided floral arrangements to the esteemed Earl of Sandwich, before he experimented with bacon fat, and other butter substitutes, which befuddled his followers, and thus took a size-able bite out of his flower budget]

[this last aside I dedicate to Mr. W. Allen] [whose book I poked my nose into last night]