I just read
Myself, a gesture to evoke
That my spirit
And flair
Is all the more transparent
Than my deepest intimacies
and queerest manifestations of the
Fortunes-due-to-C.haracter
And healing ;
Like cocking a luge-r.
Slippery sloper after slippy slope
And my countryside shines
With primrose.
There is folley to orange
Poppies and green verdana
That only dribbles font.
For it fortuitous lavender
In it’s universal pride
. I love for what I am to be when I express myself, when I love my art.
All it is for me;
No escape. The hard demeanor of
Coming from brown-mud dirt road sides
Far-away from home
Concrete-washbin
And the chalk was so beautiful
Everyone owned an instrument
We all kept up on electronics
Beep beep beep goes
Crickets in my hands again;
I was chasing luck, I was chasing the Divine-type-ofLife.
There’s no cheating in humble solidarity,
My modesty and my notes speak much louder.
Look at you coming to peruse around a day I got one in xcholital and one who-ever’s family knew in the countryside
That bachayamas guitar still sounds so fine
Even with thrifted scratched record.
Now I listen to her,
As long as I got charge; but I still carry batteries. [in a white targeted compost bin. (((In Georgia. Ink.) [Black.]
I remember those days when batteries were quick for sale and rot
For dis-taste as most were phony.
I took knew masks and came faceless
Rejected the glare. [as fruit-stands of oranges stare ate me- dimeless.]
I walk away in transition
To be illuminated by the light that shines on keys
Instead of glimpse of mirror to analyze physicalities.
The Mental Game is More adeeppptt. at; Joy.
Kindness is pretty fair too.
Necessities in a labyrinth and the close.t of my friends;
All know what I’m talking about. Spiderwebs!
Exoskeletons are only a but costume for structure. You know??
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