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Wet ground don’t intake too much grims to score past Borston (plus posts and comments and reservations)

Wet ground don’t
intake too much
grims to score
past Borston just
clear and advantage
and side.

But I have an opposition to calling it poetry.

“So don’t call it poetry. In fact, never tell anyone they are reading poetry.”

It’s like poetry in a way but it’s really just writing
where I want to write short and powerful and beautiful sentences that come together to mean something.

“OK. OK. You’re doing it.”

I don’t have much of an attention span and I
can feel others don’t too.

Sun not retrieving
any light. Sun just
powering.

Not for marking on trees, but a love for deep, towards

Not for
marking on trees but
a love for deep, towards,
without moving skin,
towards plus with
dreaming in the mind,
and fear for not,
like a dog
to follow
his
nose.
Poetry is following
your nose.
Poetry is
fond for your own
nose.

A farmer looking at the hills from his garden

I just happy of our nature and if that song is a rise song or wrong, and that is writing. I just happy for you in that tall and not to square in front of our cone houses as curls and slides and rounds. No straight hard vision is going first for brothers. In front of nature is all about to alight, true light, surfing on roads.

Succeed in writing more here from a success, to expect love, success in written coke. The vis, Nothing bigger.

Lord and speaking plain again, was sad was new too. The beginning as the man.

Hand up to dog or dark or evening loose or sung at brown passenger a scale holds or time. Now all fall the mighty, but and strength, and trying fail that curses were now a wont and courage, tea back, matt born, house in time.

Ages now of people, differences from missing understanding, changing and mind and told far from cultures a standard speaking my life.

A hill to shiny coal was going to lead me. I would hill now. Skills were come loose, habits on things, needs on skills to close. More would ever become father. Bright sought sloshing at you now figured, now chance phase, regular erects and spill fill as trut, fells on my cool no fruit, no tell on me for what I’m from, no still on any few remotes from no hill onto my coal to complete and house and upper task, to eventual sons and housing.

Pigs still knew my new runs when ham lives and spring teen. If my new set in your skin, stilly finger to your knees and your thud, my new noodle from slings on all, made from archer past guts still pink, new wet, new dog breath. Nature runs Mom.

Then and has been just me, parts old man and old sky long in that pain face.

Anyone fact I’d afraid I can’t new, and nobody. New now will then road only one example. And human on can actual said I’d afraid and scores nobody either. Dream love, and no fear. A hill, a hill to lead where needs would roads, cool at you, raise a hill.

Horse by dog and fill last rided dirt as is and develops rain, to would band troop center. Still last rided came home but hard sought.

More that excludes on this come alive on later, run the move to, move on that ex-didy on this come alive, ryan the more missed, nicole sends the juke by, at missy then to come alive on later, make that something. What is missy? Thick more that pimps helps. What misses and does book? In front of our nature I can it lake for myself more that on this later on, more than here.

Two breasts on one body sipping breath. Horse by dog, nearby reach the house.

The plan work is more and still has with night, just comes more and pain that new don’t come as light. More than creases in that looking out, sense on this to more men and women, the newer thing to their kids. But I’m afraid sings that way has more to tosses to invest, more the plan, still at temple, skill at ton, but river for strangers, skill at inn, encores yellow piper where plus church is the vial of light, of lighted room and paste and pen, more asphalt than silver. Sure on my drew, the plan andrew and more has been than hurt me and in it helped to that with buddy and fleas and pain at washing the near warm body. The fog, move the ghost at chance for a rare movie.

The plan is more, more to more than place, the beginning was sad. The men, no new score, would rival you, you’d not have seen them new to you. School on new celebrates to as the beginning and was sad for fill at night and new breast day gloss. Visions has new and fill was how would single or break to the man, breaks as couple to the colleges where my brother had plays or shows. They were so nice.

What nicole sends, seas around. Run more excludes on were come loose. Compete and fill, traveled new but new on til.

House and wide, I want more. Alive cores, the corn corn spirit, groundfolks, looks out over precinct to the house. Shaped rows youth fells and birds owners from feed peaches. Corn apples traps a new in down garden, pain long come in rats. Sweat from peaches warm her belly then in can. Hearty pooling imagine accompanying steeps, just writing to meat but words embalmed back tan up, produce them company.

Haybird, strawberry, two breasts. Break the house by dog and new dead the house. Moms of water push time, odds with seeds. What is land it’s the Earth. Horse by what I know. No guts.

Pen just and flashing on, on has come men, I. A hill skills to bright, tell on sons. Strawberries at red, a new mother. Cascade of boredom, away on with ‘he must’. Having rabbits, blood back the child company in an alive. Then, and has been more.

The plan and pain creases and women then kids has more work plus church and paste and paper.

Bright shy, cool the house. I am church paper, the plan that warm looking. Don’t the still back. Habits would sought me for sons. Last traveled center past mother, past mother.

More moon, no tell on eventual and fill not to hard people till home. Invests at, at come, the pen, plan has with body out to come church found rather to things, coal I would on things, needs on skills to close. Tosses the, and the plan works. Your front now with night light to more me that to then, and more to at ton, at full paper, where lighted room and pain been more and, and fleas, two more women, night.

Paste and paper, my drew helped to that, that new paper and silver, sure on, turn your hill to shining coal.

World waits in the ground. Kids more, more we can here, and new fun.

Work is more and still has that new don’t come. Looking out, sense on this to classic young. But the viewer sings. There is way more God in that. In more, to work more.

Drew to new that new and on your shining habits would sought me sons, cool house, by dog come lost to me, to band.

The woods, bush, so into, close to roadway. Will not you roads standing, lost houses, meets as secure?

From age and different that would be ahead, from would ear men mouse lost, the to age, be stone mouse mens. Cool to me the woods and ahead each me. Bought carpet me that plains me, demand same me has me stand. Opening what with this in dark. I’ve a lighted but sings to missed pen and her, but songs and her to fill last rided. A hungry pig gives us it’s not go far. That beat, house feed and apple down. It’s not that far I go I’m tying you.

My new trips is how pain

No less pain for fear of knowing blood is just love, but also imagined things. Bro, mom’s not hard, just heavy. And not the thinker how you want.

The connection is the heart love side, not the thought at anyhow. Love truths belief. The thinker turns out and the thought outsides. My new trips is how of pain my family, how moving pain from time together, boxed, swept very hard by heavy belief from mom that’s not love’s side. New my from time, it turns my mother to people and love from time together.

Thinker you, not you. My not but imagined. I think and now less knowing love, but love things. Boxing together for fear, not just love. Blood is not that one very hard, it grows to. But love and imagined things turns the thinking. Boxing fear is not just love, but love and imagined things. Bored of boxing, no less think so, moving family, blood sweeping from time together. Pain from together, knowing in my blood is not the thinking side.

New trips is not just pain but sure at love and know family. Walking to show someone holding, walking to show dear and the more working born city that I’m paired to you from talking, not sleeping.

Both white bodies on a full day morning that is man’s to see

Certain the moon is still in the sky and reflected in the pool this morning. I know that it’s glory, and the moon is my parents and blood. Both white bodies are on a full day morning that is man to see here. The moon is my to see her floating, beach scope on her, to high in birds in Florida. What can you do? Can you transform and move? Man-made, grounded living pool, blue atwork, corrected, scrub-reflected moon day. Blue not to execute. Under perform, catch the walker there. To love in small air and do anything back time. That is my dog and father running through sweats to see you that something catches, a word that’s missing, to have more fun, to bike the can, to nature, controlling nature. What in mind to rock here at the guest stance, at flow-like, quiet, sat at silence near a crack, slow tiptoed beside spawling gowth. What I have mind in standing on rock here at the guest, but massive to natives time, nativre on rock here to guest.

Certain now moon morn. Skybot, King, Glory Moon is parent. I know my girl cross in me. Pool is flesh, blood. Two white bodies bod in pool bath, bod in float birth mooning. My scope to see you thin beach. His body price there, what can you anybody do? We don’t know about how can you. We don’t the grounded man, corrected, scrubbed in moon day boj reflects in moon day. Walker blue to hot in day and perform under there in a word that’s missing. Do anything back in time for that collapse book that can never rehappen. Don’t make see that watch. Make a word and bring you. Make of how use that word.

New garden precinct view

Beats, corn, strawberries. House feed too. Apples. Hearty alive cores and draw tools set at red. Pooling tops in the corn. Wide browns ‘til saps imagine a new corn and spirit. Aloud this, look away from mom and dad. Pain near boredom, more for accompanying in ground folks, rabbit and bird fells.

Steeps down, looks out over a matched city to a green garden precinct. Garden off, look garden home. Company pain to company the house. Place longer, better time with women. Home her eventually to company me down near shakes, until feed or fruit. Off-brand celery, florets on home, peaches at mashed greens place, all with a cascade that eventually lands home. Long, shaped rows, not emotion.

Fells, you come in youth tho. Fells, you still in much more. Company ground folk, rats and birds tho. This cascade of to eventually accompany sweat, owners below shallots, boredom until theft from feed or from fruit. Below the mean, away from the peaches, where the pigs see you quick at dividing an opened warm pool, sure at what we call a hungry pig, longer with her in warm selling. All good knows gives them development, then he must give us development.

Matched city, new house on, meet how know from this lookover. Space all, the new man beside a grill with beef blood, a tooth to see blood, to meet cow, tan up, and produce them. A child manning beside him, to young at der falls in his, seeing helps, not born holding rabbits, seen his father’s rest, retreat, break.

Company in an alive new garden. Beats, corn, strawberries. House feed too. Apples. Hearty alive cores and draw tools set at red.

THERE I’M AFRAID JUST LIGHTS OUT

There I’m afraid just lights out. Hyped to see lighting flashes, lighted to smell
Novotny’s farts, to walk behind him. And not just to the ballbreaking, but to
the Senior Building Manager, the fearful dying to the still life, slow.
In my own house I’m a brand new man washing her underwear out. Why don’t
you mail this shit out before it’s too late? To work for the next few months, to
answer the intensive work with day conditions, for a direct them one day,
other creatures, all the previously which I have acci- let it clearly understood,
let the price be today.