My thoughts

nothing comes to mind

Theorizing on a theme of the unlogical conclussion

'it isn't so simple this time'
the narrator says at the beginning, as always
however much the beginning may be in the middle
in the end; the path goes only two ways.

the matter is time
time is the matter
listen as i narrate
hear my question

repetition is indefinite
no one is sure of any variable in the proceeding
hang the jury
or become the 'Angry Man'

choose now
or stay the same
trauma covers the earth, no matter how
turn it back
or let it turn naturally forward

let them suffer
or let them again suffer
each make no promise
their lips are sealed

take action
or simply

watch

the

clock

both rely on faith
make your case
but there is simply, no arguement

Working again

Perplexing

one would think it

that a website created by one so close by

would be vexing

by its own browser

Self Actualization

Continuity

Barbaric

heads nation deep in piles of dirt
yearning and dreaming of their own earth
free from the toils of the land and of the skirt
who would have guessed that it was more likely upon the hearth

don' imagine too big
you'll get lost
there's more or less to it, than the intellectual pig
results without effort is worst than most

lets all go for a walk
there's more to see
and there's time to talk
that's how it will be

find the earth
simply beneath our feet

but is it so simply
to simply see

right beneath
our feet

They Are Coming!

look and see
there they be

green demons mounting up to the sky
stretching their arms, ever looking high

copulation abounds
the amount of their breeze
spreading over the grounds
bringing many, many a sneeze

the season is here
one which i hate
one which i fear
nothing i thought i ate
i could not have seen my noses fate

smell i did
and then i hid

for the russian olives start, tonight

Blood

feel the red

its seeping

its most likely dead

but i say that its just blood

bloody feet

lurking in a wasteland of mud

none of it is meat

however

it isn't like it does

never

it was, when it woes

crying little toes

weeping, dying, wherever it goes

within heaving breathes

Dam

pelicans
lining up on logs
it doesn't move, so they gather
flocks of clogs
roll in the tumble
of a different sort of dam
the water, bumble
was the white fluff
an aperture
with which i see and concur
that it was, a nuff

Pig (So dapper).

dapper pig
oh, how hard working!
suit, posh, gleaming
wouldn't it like to go
to the large workplace
under shirt
white is snow
yet, in his case
he was still inert

to amend
there's facts to append

the pig is dead
pig is dead
hail to the glorious drop out
the pout-
ing heads of his court
caused him, his sin of mort

Dapper Pig