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A passionate attempt to reach new heights
rising with fire flares hot like the sun.
Instant icy frost drops chipping from the sides
a little below the casual indentation of the back.
Silently the disconnected cargo falls helpless
through chilling winds flying without wings,
but supported by delicate threads like a cocoon
carefully deposited in the warm bosom
and engulfing connection of the deep sea.

What's Crackin

hey what's crackin
a little wild, intoxicated
but honest, sincere: energetic
a little old bay will make it taste
fine
oh yeah
let's make a new song today
something to remember for a long time
a tall tale about all tall boys
with twenty fours and a can of mace
remember when we were all crazy
that other day?

Cycle

dead leaves fall to the ground
recycled
trees turn into paper
burned
mountains crumble into compact cars
developed
photographs capture an existence
evolved
things change

the need for a start is a good way to realize things
self reflection can occur when patience wears thin
we are all entangled in a weird existence
isn't being there for another person more important
than relaxing occasionally
hopefully our will can grow like trees
and become strong and dependable

For the insane world that doesn't seem to understand bizarre unless it comes with beats that sound like bleats from sheeps in my sleep. The recent acquisition of the chrome plated megaphone of destiny makes for effective removal of lint and dustbunnies if you add at least two parts isopropanol and one part surgical precision. Annoys neighbors that hate tonal unpredictability. Makes sounds with the consistency of lumpy gravy, which does well to stick to shag carpet. Not as entertaining as ten angry weasles trapped in a telephone booth with two naked bishops. At least it pisses off the hippies.

Cactus

pale cactus
doesn't get much taller
single dusty cobweb strand
two dozen pebbles
dirt needs to be changed
light's too dim
anyways
your twin is shorter

Meaningful matter.
Our conceptions complexified
unnecessarily and should surely be truncated,
                           forming foundations.

           Another try
is sometimes necessary
to get the point
completly.

Even then, words
will water
down the
essence.

At what point does rain become a storm?

Pools

Another late night reflection.
Musky yellows and orange
from dusty headlights
shimmer on the surface of
carefully gathered pools,
drainage from the new pavement
into old crusty potholes
illuminating my home.

day slipping away
driving sitting snoring talking eating reading thinking mixing pouring heating cooling walking browsing driving cleaning answering paying typing blinking
already getting late and I have more important things to do
than this anyways
what a boring day, but relaxing
tomorrow will be a nice day
even though I will spend it inside again.


summary
verb:noun \ language:structure
mutate:network \ primitive:ancient
classic:non-canonical \ bond:interact