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Burdened By Beast & Truck

The wallet whines and the wind assails. Slack sails on a doldrums salt watery sea. Crossing the lines of ocean that will never be drawn. Contracted with shipmen and society and with one’s babe. A crow’s nest passion. Taking it in with the extension of an ocular. Cloud swept, passionate,,, LAND HO!

It’s fair to say the river ran high. And that the tide ebbed low. It was a mammoth in the ice since time began. The scrolls of our jailkeeper have the guise of ashfelt lytresis in the tradition of their teachings. The mole scurrying across the floor has fallen on hard times.

You see his pride pig exterior expects to ride but the church shot his horse. Then they set fire to their braying mule’s tail. Foxes wouldn’t suit this jack Joe. No they need the butt of a joke to raise their 10,000,000,000 billion chillies by.

Ever and amour the hoar grass bets on its nervy rack of pluck. The land is a mission alive with the bayoful round of a doggone heaven. The lot of its terminal awareness caught up in the gutsy beliefs of its new sown children’.

Every iambic lamb willing to mow grass. Every swisher’s tale within awkward instance of a throe. Every atypical trafficking fly. The variegated depth in a rushing of damask for choice spots on the floor. The leaf pile instigators no longer treeless. No hot in the spot of jumping beans. An over the top wrest of the aviary and wreath. Coocoos said it best. The time is best now for a rest.

The countdown to infinity. Going nowhere fast and then some. A reminder of all things once saught after civil and and a time to begin again anew. Nothing disharmonious left to be undone. Left to the party of mischievous arborist whom when given a seat say just plant it. Never to chose who choses to deceive it.

Dawn and daybreak. The lit up new sky. The borne upon the doorstep. A gift of mystery to the new school. Pinters of the apt boon and new kith. While spirits counter them out looking for their swain.

Leftwich

Roseline. Equater. Ghana Sound. Benediction upon the dance steps of the Lord. The very horde is gold digger tramps. And all of their easy riders. See here! See here. I know what’s best when it comes to my mindfulness. Ain’t you never been across Texas. Snaking on bye? A real rattler? Bombastic and the figure is done.

All those toward and minor needs for redresses can go and float the boat. Hop to it. Bet tight with Cheer leader. Take the dance and win it at just that. Makes night hollers turn to what is homage. A gregarious but distinct pledge holder. The lead card and the sorbet.

Give the Herald his chuckles of cheese. Wish him wigs of locomotive cheese. An afternoon in the plain sight obfuscate of trumped up maidens from days gone by. The fierce recourse must request its tide. Must ease out flow with depth and candor. It was just a scratch.

But you need a pitch. Bet you with one eye I can see in the dark. You sense the other would be flying around in the candle light getting harangued by every zapper with a loose zipper. That way lines don’t get crossed. No the A train takes the A line.

Lists are for gaits and this one is closed. It picts the corsair with a trippy build on the Anglo Fair. The penchant for derangement is the slip that sits comprised of silly sear and tight rapt sequence of sussiance and snap. The honeycombs getting tapped by honey badger and hummingbird.

The glad praise singer getting down to his hoodoo in the punk straights of a true dat kind of broach on the peace. A real keeper in the blanch peanut industries book of hop lauds. The school days run a long of book chase ribbons. Making meddle out of founting silt-bed boggle boots.

In Competition With Convenience 2000/09/09 Thursday

How does one enter the public domain? Do those who have their rights reserved? What if I were to cross over into the public domain? How would there be someone to escort me, as in a service?

Write, write well, and you will come to this posture, this passage, to lay down extant your remains. And don’t over worry how it will go for the next artisan, the next participant. The next person to feel those thoughts, to hear that saying.

For some it will be a higher power that draws a link between you two. Between you and the next or even between you and a someone who came before.

But if your writing doesn’t work out and you find you have no such rights before those thoughts. And feelings and sayings slip from your fine fingers back into the ground. The common acre, the open domain. Well then maybe you should try Algebra.

Open Contest 2000/02/05

Spit fire-open contest. And he in his attire has chosen to gather with the par event in horizon.

When will the Zepher attract its cohorts? How shall Ecumenicus return to the deft renown?

With a jiff of the trick. So up air hardy you’ll not rather have them sick.

Each with a one of his exhalations. Providing explanations. And the rippled speech of your common seer.

This I say has entendre closer to sense than any ultimatum my dear.

Over Field And Glen 1994/02/08

Run free with the wind in the fielded glen. Fast as a cloud with a few minutes over a valley to spend. Then rest beneath a few trees with hints of azure skies above the boughs. Or bathe in the cool of mountain streams during spring thaws. For such occurrences I bodily strive. Bound through nature’s eternal struggle with happenstance.

To keep my life I write, I sing. I fly as in a dream with birds on a wing. An augury of flight. Innocents of the night. With our lives like ritual and a foreboding sense of might. Where we will land to the predator there is given no clue. Simply a fact that this story continues later is true.

Iconoclastic Fete Stances 1996/08

On Autumn nights when the rye in the fields has been harvested and put into bundles. Merrily and with stealth comes the cather of hay into the rye. To garner away the faith of accumulated  clave ceps of purpura from off the stalks. The bundled stalks of rye.

Politicians would argue to keep the clave crow on the rye and let the seekers have their fill from the milled grain and suspiration throughout the year slowly drawn along. But the cather could refuse and go out to pick a many lot in order to brig back the letryses of the garland with him to make out well in doling the larder of his accomplices. The gud stamp of the dance set.

Occasionally when propositioned by gypsies’ and their ghost and when they had enough some was given away. At the want of the best specimen for ingestion. Simply they are were boding of the thrown chances in a lucred plight. The having of dances in the arms of iconoclastic fete stances.

The politicians realizing the light coming long before dawn. Stalwart in doubt as to the wind weaving of survival in their grain stores and stirs. Wondering without refrain and often shunned. From the interior country where the travelers were known for coming out with the laughingstock of the rogue and rambling, the revelers and a rake.

The fact that gypsies had their own sundries of a tailor and wine to speak of the vintner of bleaky sun aum mantra chant nourishment. Taken heartfelt to dreaming child gait and sweet reminiscences. With strange calender romances they would thus have their dances in private on mountain sides beneath the moon.

Kettle Bell

Looking into the gloom in an amusing and songwriting kind of typecast need to presently go about the ruins of this late war. Without fatuous displays make good on my coventry and in God’s good service, try to at least, to bring about weal in earning my wage. If this need to attest, to query, to make good on promises and petitions. And the descritory confluency of ramshackle husbandmen speaking of womins and lambs. Also Clara, and Elsy and Bessy, and May.

That the fielding of ryeman and crossbearer go passable into the drink and are reliable beholding unto the pools of a shoreline ocean at low tide. Good enough to collect supplicant realities of the rolling sands and the cut loose bottoms. With currents of the old whaleroad coming to bouts. Drawn upon the sea from the outlet of rivers worldwide and deluvian in their release to the high spirits. Clowning the rafts and jambs in their escapement of fealty unto the campus of those broad waters.

A crow’s harbour of the woeful and right to pity. A last ditch effort to get up to snuff in the lackaday and upright and relieve the hoveled and the pinched. With the nuance of charming clatter and the charge of a hospitible drum. Hoops and solace in the turning gait of independents’ that quivels and spits, burns out and fiercely requits the display of teeth.

With every other semblance to the reel strayed out to a glen of the fielding career. The gear and the Wright’s foot. A kings’ ransom for the fearing of civility. The goat’s head soup of a cavalier and assuming despondency. How it clears the roof and supports the filch for his carrolus innurement of medicinal blends and denatured tinctures.

A breadth of cover inclement to the diaspora of run down streets. The emblazoned recalcitrant, a stuffed goose of the bonnie pike. How now brown cow. Where does your garten frail its picts? Are the wicked and parsimonious the same flagrants of repasse as the rioter and his ill acquainted dogs. Not to die outright but within the guise of the earthly church. That sovereign empowered in the creature beats and elemental scions of the dutiful and fruited.

Surrendering to the clandestine hinterland of subjugated viands of green. As if the running down of burr and tawn. Where in the sidereal cogent of placer rhymes and cordial assays makes good on the all to often henpecking of dispassionate qualms and painted glare of a south going mystic.

The book gets thrown. The laurel crown it falls along with the thorny and them gone up and died. Only the ivy seems to understand the apparent lack of penchant honesty in the tooth gnarled pugh and quarrelous hangers on. If you don’t know then you are a lying fool. Got no real need to identify with any other than the devil and his Satan stick. Always in repair and high tallying to the tune of ignorance too toward earth-centric consistency. A regularus mood disparity amongst the locus of illegitimate sinners. At taught with the steal of the official broken plate diners. Without, the gone mayers just continue to place their jimmy the crow spinners and say I me mine you stupid farce of Witchhazel and blazing beginners. When the lie ties off it is at the betrayal of its persuasion. Not too many freakshow winners left to bring in papa his review of the wicked kempt treats.

No most of those people wound up kicking themselves in the head before they could get out of the way of the mess they were bringing. Eh? What’s that? No repulse for your thoroughfare. But I thought you were assuaged in your horrendous reprieve. Don’t tell me your back here for being such a complete pain in ass was all over again. Well the sickness of disease does enjoy the voluntary slave. Much booty to go to their bouts with chainsaws and watchers and in short order bring on the remove of the shrubbery. From its reminder, from its satiety, from its mien.

Doodaw

Contributing to the reliqueys in the stream. Confluency in a matter of comparing the likes and discord in a given set of tables. Then again to reach for the composite stamp of meaning in the homogenous usage of both template and syncron.

To realize the commitment of time and physical effort in taking stock of the many experiences of having lived up to a code of ethics. To let this turn heads and catch queues. If from peace to high fives only to reveal that this same locus of virtual movements and their reciprochal entreats was and remains a testament to the repaste of another gooden long day.

Knowing more in revering it, the cultural dalliances of youth and dreamy escapes. To have had the rite manner of reckoning in attending to the natural course of events. Those manners of ennui respectful of characteric persons.

Such whom in their environment have played out their hands to a roll of the dice like shadowed tailors of a tiger’s coat. The prophetic and the propiteous. Concerns both of which make good on the general allay of surfiets and suffering. The good old Summertime to behold the full of a Sunny day Sunshine clemency.

To forgive what may have one looking over a given tropic of peculiars and to react not without pensive want of denoument. God given energies are rather better attested to in the living. Times when one is best given to the goodness of thus taking on the experience. A management of living, day or night, through a strong compunction and investment of image.

Unconditionally whereby one or any other amoungst us may go about that sense of viability under the pathos of a self realized individual. Constitutionally sound. Communicably decent. And righteously in tune with the weathering of contentments born actionable. No mere transposition of environs but those also animate in living Earth.