Gerling opposition

it was said and done before the bible man come

demolition corps make me break down the door

he was resting there in a wingback affair

having drawn up his plans for the poetry man

ruby excorsion, intervestible portion

ever setting a dewline, makes impossible through time

turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played

alarms in opposition to his gerling intermission time is turning

turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played

occidental avenue a skateboard is killing you

at a wrong way turn his own comestibles burn

if you are here if you are now then fred astaire and take a bow

oh the palm telling tree betting one two and three

cappy automatic brewing gals in semaphore and newly pals

turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played

alarms in opposition to his gerling intermission time is turning

turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played

Endgate recompense

toypoloroid againavoid deuteronomy apolicy

voiceovernow atomicwondercow zestypickleburn somethinginreturn

gotalot sonnetella viceroy makingjello

whodidit enterific acollosus murkylosses

fatswaller silverdollar musicaction ifyoulacksome

interwoven happyhopper dillydally itsawhopper

Farmer relax hologram

in these final days of indian summer, my cool is lost, a flintstone bummer

cast in iron cages grilling sausage, makeshift worlds collide and lost at sea.

your invitation was accepted but those algorithm negotiations mis-directed simplicity in process, my teeth and gums left at the office.

noodle brained, death defying tricks a-plenty, my ornamental treescape growth has sent me over some brilliant edge of courage, mutually neutralized, enjoying the pure age

dim, that brilliant sun is dashed out on the water, drink it in my son and daughter.

believe in this and that if you will, all shapes will be plowed into yonder hillside

cut like crop circle doodlebug rambling, how did i become addicted to political gamboling?

no excuse, no refuge given or taken, this marvelous obsession like chocolate with bacon.

who would have thunk it, dread it, monk it, and where will those visions collide with now.

Surrogate television dawn

hair replacement argumentative volley, please organize efforts to blend and bend hurricane morgan stanley appetites over land-deal happenstance duration, my house fell over this cliff you know, grass haven curriculum now that school is back in session burgerific lapse on elbow visitation, 7 gables nuance drawn curtain tag team wrenching endless summer hormones along tracks toward grain elevator religion, his burnout rate grasping those airwave sunrise substitutions, gravel contour mellifluous scant denver peligroso munch munch did that taste anything like you expected it would, hollywood goes bananas during surrogate television dawn by jumping tree to tree with ronald reagan intensity, all we know was pressed between pages of catholic hymnal on purposeful nickel research diamond watch cumberbun, all hail this chief combine cornrow california manifestation.

Long time variation 3

those odd interpretations splashed across the brow of pencil ships gathering windy monumental voice-over corrections dude come over now existence relationship garnering tank dividend hosted orbital veezee tuggery andrew cathological gets john irvine heatwave motions sickness award by fainting in ham/cheese fashion all furs and peaches gussing up maggieholmes attitude foreign beeswax yes it is none of yours dude willow streep carnival ethnobiologist applicant murky oblong juniperberry dividend spent holidays grassy effervescence this psychophantom wreckage belly hovering opera window cabbage logarithm anticles morse code ruth breckenridge over sunday times nestle chocolate protest more noise than substance will wayne heavy combat billows trade insignificant honorguard templeruns for blistering sacks of rain

Bent orchestral trim

when raininghorse dutifully entered the race, bent orchestral trim decorated those points of interest up and down his face, musical bells drawn and quartered through butchered beasts in time, tearing down sledded streets of snow with karaoke close behind. it was your ghostly haunting voice and sway that drove him from the barn that day, your overtures beguiling eyes both opened closed and tearing skies apart with burning gaze, the ice turned water falling from those rafters, second phase. beneath this bed of sound, some building tidal vibration commenting on all that's fallen down, held apart like legs of frogs when boys on hunting mission take it upon themselves to starve nutrition, dirt in meat collapsed all perfectly and lapsed ministry of justice anglers fishing in the sea, all are fed and sent to bed where perfectly the bentwood frame eclipses moontide wailing from viola and fiddlehead, where did forest hollows find you cringing in the cold and warm you with her breath, that countless curve of old religion, raininghorse is taking in this vision.

Harvey trampoline

having recently been ignited, flames fanned, burnt to a crisp, fallen ashes swept up in wind, blown to four corners of the earth, resurrected, posted onto the web, bled into a billion screens as digital rain, nougat candy with peanuts eaten in bed, this reaction to dandelion antipathy obsession growing pale at the altar when marriage meets boxer-wrestler hybrid on the stage, harvey race and larry in twin city wrangle 1963, my one professional bout, poster lost sometime in the next decade, our family moved every two years from the time I was 9 until I was 17, what does your father know about those basement afterthoughts, quiet invitations to come downstairs and roil against the established trampoline safety recommendations, interspersed with western mass drive on 3 cylinders in comer caravan, that was a 62, when the numerologist ended up living in the round orange chair for 2 weeks, giving my insight into 3, 4 (the open cup) and all other root indicators, then gave up the violin to practice insanity, where the b.u. bridge walkway came to represent all manner of risk, no insurance available at the time of accident, on blackmer brother cassette release, playing for the mythical lori who lived in somerville, not to mention my green thongs melting into the central square payment on my first walk through the city, courtney on my back, searching for a way back home, for water, for shade.