a paladin Mynster

stopped and bent his mare

a crowd from the street gathered

a piper, a maid

he wrote,

a war between a religion of the rich

versus a code of the strong

I am the fruit man

its of the season

and always ripe

but it cuts to your belly

among of which

pupal suaves

the pizdrool has been pulled up

bred and battered

for a dillon a dollar

because if we don't have the demand

we don't need the servants

as the moment arrives

its a wild's kitten, my dear

jj

a book of nights

the galaxy is within

same as the galaxy without

and your bridge is just a room

and your chair

is rented, licensed

and belted

I labeled it earth

I don't think I was smarterer than

or more knowledgeable

I am more knowledgeable about my own self

which is perhaps the only reliable possibility

of probabilities I've got

typin to the notes of a raga

with forty instruments of percussion

jackoac might have felt that comparison

between the trumpet and the typewriter

the keypad and the flesh

Fkesh

it is the next frontier

biology is absolute

culture is your relative

and a prison

with jeweled windows

step out

there is no odour

step out of what you can

every day

it will exponentiate

do it comfortable

until comfort no longer matters

step out

live

and now so do I

dancer

its a white world

course ridley
made them white