piecemeal

youre the crumbs and rough exoskleton

meats that greets mine

as I take willingly blindly

and willingly and

willingly

I go

The sliced times sandwhich hands in a kind rotation

be in sheets!

the clouded canary dyed a kind

protectors the worriers and the missaligned

aligned in kind rotation

the kind of like the little fruits tiny fleshes wrapped cozied in our sleeped motel nourished never perishhhable(any more play on words. stupid sibilance. )

RIGHT.THIS IS A POEM.

the limits of what we can do did do or the simple telephonic waves to tell you

you are the only giraffe alive

those are those are the those
left lavatory limbs
baking closed mouthed in
the down

fifteen rings orbs the tip of tips
erasers’ men partime friends
pink sponge carnations
incredible friends inedible
the rings around my fingers

In the language of oatmeal

of hot foods

warm metaphors

a package meal

it is endless these thoughts are endless

of wet cemented builted a city

in toothaches

the word for me

yes yes you are sweet

a syrup kind of concentrate

slow on taught bellies

tracked obedient

from the pearl rims

of an young girls

open mouthed

This song makes me feel hella weird

Can this exist, curry textured insides!?

Smells good

for a five thick figuered ghost touch

Touche, ghost fingers.

you have won this many rounds

man…those papered sunsets

butter cream

and cookie blissed

there is a great lag in time

between the shutters as eyes

where we’ve totally lived

in tempermental temper tures

between the groceries we buy in bulk

and rings

the hair kind, mind you

as if a years time is six months time as in

we were warm in almonds and peach

camel, is a bad word for it

a room temperature kind of loooaf

a room temperature kind of lliiifff

a room temerature

roooooom looaf temperature

a cock tease

a tease in Camel in camel. In what I think is camel camel. Camel Camel Camel Caaamel Camel Camel Camel Camel ccammmelcammell cammmellll cammmmmmmmeeeeeeelllllllll

A bad word for it CAMEL