at home

It's so boring. I'm snoring. I don't know what to do.

I can't wait till what's next. I got ants in my pants and I'm lost without even a clue.

mole souls have precious wings

that crinkle as they move through things

blue Hariet

moslie woe goes to and fro

high and low above below

and there she goes goodbyes hellos

and where she goes nobody knows

she may be lost in space or tossed

in quick transverse through the universe

so close to far from somewhere else

something bizzar presents itself

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

mist turns to mizzle into drizzle

into down pouring electric wet thunderstorms

Claire and the caged bear

I am thinking now that maybe

we should not have had the baby

dusters

Imagine an engine an edge in a hedge when a wind independently stirs

fantasize lullabyes bashfully vocalized harmony

sung in a blur

pondering pandas sing virtually everything happening outside the door

think about winks and how grandmama stinks when she flings all her things on the floor

wonder why woggle flies wander by yander pies

yearning for willows and cob

visualize villian eyes hipnotize little guys

victumize billie and bob

concider a quitter a sitter who shivers

and quivers in cold shiny shoes

I question perception and notions just mentioned

pertaining to codes without clues

elsewhere

elsewhere could be anywhere one is not when ones somewhere

arches day

its superduperfluousness

its fanciful and frivolous

perhaps it's even purposeless

its monumental pointlessness

is marvelously hard to miss

it's overestimatedness

surpasses all it's influence

but none the less

i tend to bless

this extraordinary mess

it's filigree and fluffiness

instills a sense of inner bliss

the superduperfluousness

is filling up the emptiness

louse and flee

line them up

display their rank

send them all to bed

and if one dare

step out of line

beat it till it's red

lymphatic arsony

ness hilder

teeny twinkling trinkets trickle through three thwarted trees

these tiny things thoroughly traversing this treacherous terrain

gaga

dee dee

mo mo

la la

poo poo

fee fee

na na

ga ga

ju ju

small pox nocturn

sleep now my child

for when you rise

you’ll wipe you're dreamy

boogered eyes

coat your brush

with white toothpaste

sit awhile

unloading waste

under where is there

jgf

you is me

and in the end I recommend you turn your head away

the truth be told you can't behold the truth in any way