dont know why we go back when its time to progress & we are almost there

it's brake - not break

flip the lid on the side of the tray charcoal grays transcend the mood
water down yr throat but your not finished yet.
create disassemble reattach mark the heart or perhaps detach the heart mind body soul stop trying so hard just do
i should tell myself the same thing....



catching butterflies on tongues of slippery things; with a heart thumping out of its throat you grab one,

ready set edit

lead me towards the grandiose noise !
w/ a wet romantic ear attached to yr brainy nose
that was once kissed by the Egyptians who stood with honor,
whispering 'don't look into the eyes on the walls'
lurking in pieces of me and you through symbols that will long outlive silicon tits & men in black.....(outofplace)
yet the writings engraved full throttle at the neck of it all with the symbols choking the dog
but beyond it
you wore your crown of glory
y-y-yet i don't expect you to understand
love that was found through buffalo coined nickels
in 1929, you weren't even alive kid.
& still, the eggshells broken cost more then what it meant to be a spy

I saw you weeping beneath the willow tree:
tight ass, shriveled balls, coward in the corner, your a crybaby but daddys favourite toy don't you remember? go ahead, sip on another martini with the fuzzy dice hanging from the windshield blades. oh you, your so angelic with your ways. with the seat down & on it you wanted it all, but could anyone hear your sighs? & now you weep beneath the willow, dressed in womans clothes with a sense of urge for secrecy.
we're not fooled. and for the sasssy asquash who mad you mums pudding this ones to you
and for the one