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Unusual Grammar


(kjasdkfjas;kdfrt8udofafff0oonepakfn) speak to me

(oifbn3pikeakmdnnbbfjuiia fuineamdnagf ap[o3elskdb) out of context

(lknnnneksnaokkdrjuposmngakjfnepsklepj) so they can never know

(sidfeoakcmvniu 4r yppphphhjhjeanfk,fmsdkjrfnrg) what we are saying.

(fogjgpwsmaswitpa,vnvprfororof,f nrprfek,cvofjwnsdplfv\) otherwise 

(dflfgr0y06 ,smnvosfkn[spgksd.of[speincvkrkip;dl,mripw;llllfieklmjgs) it’s not a challange;

(dpfklmjdkngwoufhwlmanru wjuadkisfba shqjsdh a dfapsidfhnds) it’s not a mystery

(asdpfkasjfq orihghhrurnhsp;mnb nuirfjngorjdmsklchemdl) and we run over and over

(dsuebpadsjlsdkgntwusdfkswuadlsfjas eitwhwpwkfajh) the same tame words:

(sdfsdehpskfjeiskfmfjfjfjrpa oiwrjwpefkljsd asijwokidnfpoa fso) for i  always preferred the 

(aksdfhnasdfapsdfjpwknlsn apkgwna ufapwnjpashnldf op) thousand intricate rules

(asldkfjasdfueapdsfihaw dsfhaweorkf  ieheo adsjfoaw pwkfsn) of my own unusual grammar.

(asdreighhckghntfjrfjurepoen fdsorwjdfe peoewjurjfhjg dejcjcjcdeo) tell me,

(fsp;threouh rurhrri rolkn urhntrl lkdfjkd sdk) unusually learned soul,

(sdfkjhsdfoauwr4ewgngkty hitkrkrkr foddo) wherever did you study?


Stream of consciousness # 12


the fondest
like the lightening bugs you catch in your hand
this lost finger this lost hand
this little ember and this tramp
this little ember and this lost lamp
this frog and this water and this
and all of this at the same tense time
the bug on your shoulder sleeps softly and hums to the banner
the stars spangle
and the night hums
and the machine drums
the night air warms you and rouses you to an upright position
you cant sleep
i cant sleep
the coffee cant boil
the slippery soil
is to deep
i cant sleep
you cant sleep-
why take the sleeping pills?
there is the nature frond
this erstwhile pine
the grubby tree
the coffee tea
like and lake and sun and bake
creep soft and slow
lightening bug
catch me fast
light from the lightening i can finally
finally see your face.
what a while its been
i didn’t realize i missed you.

night comes:
we have to talk about the nighttime.

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