pent and pants up

tired and dazed

its a desert inn

hot porches

and memories

stranged repetitive

and universal

as if the background was never lived

except by you

who cant be trusted

  

soiled from travel
to the burdened for lack of a room
a glutton for experience
he sat in quiet

hands down legs crossed
a mantid praying

with fans for the cheeks vain
waiting for signal
while shine dimmed and wandered
for a spring warm

in his guard den
away from the rain

a war on words

all forms my verse

a stretch not to drip

but lash the page into

scattering

francis xmas 14:

may the power of Christ

which brings freedom

and service

be felt in

many hearts affected by war
persecution and slavery

by the power of Christ

well strategized diplomacies

narrow vertical god rights

the blood of children

dripping now

from Christ robots

@ a drivein for the dull

there are no padded cells

they are well lit and hard

dirt concretized like a hero in blake

but one cell is padded when

reason binds perception

all the smokers

meditating their bits

on the corner(s)

dharmahumanism

dharmahuman

to electric heads

that have forgotten love in side

it is enough
shout sing love,

finger her finger

you have to show them

how to like surrender love

for they are lost

and need

(after pop music)

the internet is the cheapest bread and circuses

they could think of

your magnetism

or perhaps the initial composition

is charted on the date of your breath

whereas positions at conception

might be far more important

but death is closer inside

american films & their (The End)

pretense from inference

slave code

cold grave

big eyes

and insect heart

a machine modeling

the room

the new movement will be

the Last Construct

the car ended quick

all that sitting by the side of the road

the next end is sitting

we must fight for the real vs. the virtual

and their marketed equality

in the same way

that television framed

translated into symbol

family life

destroying it

the screen will end the by

and by anything

but (in)nothing

a thing

no more than in a thing

reverses for the 21st time:

the cops causing disorder

glamour never comes
 

only fakery popery
 

invent no gods

recording everything at the end

each time to be unwound again

 

the machines phones voices

making you wait react focus

dividing up, selling

your attention for distraction

in a metal world

play with time

my 12th father yester day

a whyte tom

took mary's blade in the face

for her sister

sniffing the sky tasting

the light

when you discover

you see what you missed

come artist
all forms are known neal
a third member in
a gesture to phi
a golden portion
sun mystics
robing their head in light
infant hearts under carnelian & feldspar
sitting still
present
in seed

  may your souls not remove themselves
  from you
  may your forms live and speak

1352 bce

basel 14

basel 14

basel 14!