Fair and free versus daring me.
It’s scaring me versus clarity.
Curses versus less disparity.
At best it’s a test and at worst it’s a parody.
Purses filled, yet charity.
Burst uphill just barely.
No one will carry me.
If I don’t look I’ll rarely see.
It makes it all naked and bare to me.
The air seems there but shared by some trees.
What cares about the stairs and what snared my country.
If I’m the one in trouble then for sport they will hunt me.
I’m in the middle, I’m the monkey.
If a monk had a key he wouldn’t be a monk he’d be me.
And I’m a flunky with tea.
Something sunk inside of me then came up to be free.
If you were me you’d agree it’s my only plea.
Urination is my lonely pee.
You’re a nation, they own me free.
It’s never gonna land, what I’ve grown to be.
And I’m only a seed. I’m truly a seed.
I’m doobies and weed.
I wouldn’t take myself from you so don’t screw me with the greed.
What do we need?
Works for me when I feed.
Some think they all knowing if I don’t follow then I lead.
But I just disappear and you read.
I’ve had my bleeding for freedom just for speed
at my slowest league.
I ain’t got what it takes for what you seek.
I take my peek and run my beak.
Nothing’s sunny every day of the week.
Loving money’s not what I seek
but I can’t even even the peaks when I’m weak,
then I turn into an antique.
That’s a damn freak.
What a hand to seek.
Am I too Greek?
A new shoe, a new sneak.
I just leak.
Something unique about my feet’s techniques
that don’t belong to this set of seats.
At worst I’m a loser, at best I’m neat.
If I’m more you’re sure, if I’m less you eat.
The cure of the meat
with a heartbeat.
Where do laws and art meet?
Lots of flaws and starts deleted.
Things stay defeated.
I stay my way and still breathing
with the same meaning that I’m meaning.
No new days bring new ways that I’m leaning.
I can halfway be okay with how it’s seeming
and I’m only dreaming.
Holy. I’m redeeming.
I hope you have a fully good evening.

Happy Election Day.

I’m me.
I’m making fun.
I’m making fun of me.
I’m gonna be what I’m gonna be.
Am I everyone if everyone is one of me?
Is it something that summons me?
Is a cup of tea loving me?
I’m just trying to get the sum of the summary.
If you think this is free, it’s another fee.
At first thirst my nursing mother mothered me
motheringly.
Thank you for discovering me
being suddenly
a nutter in a tree
like the others I see
otherwise free.
A brother’s prized key.
And I’m just opening my plea.
I agree.
I had to get entirely fiery with my psychiatry.
I thought it would add to the variety
in society
so quietly.
Replied with ink to the inquiries
as what I think required me.
No ebony or ivory can bribe me with bribery.
Adore my high or cry at the winery.
My diary.
So my theory is you hire me.
The irony.

oh, Ciao, I love this band, really, thanks for sharing!

and really enjoy your poems, like this part by the way:

Thank you for discovering me
being suddenly
a nutter in a tree

A real G.
I O.D.’d on me.
Feel me free.
Know me calmly.
And only bomb me with trees.
Beyond we go to freeze.
My Mom don’t owe you cheese
and I won’t do a sneeze
for these.
Give me the keys.
Analogies of allergies to bees.
Honey is for calories
and money forms a salary.
In reality these are just formalities.
I like how the form formed galaxies.
I adore the storm born. Gal, it’s me.
I see what Alice sees.
Icy, built on fallacies.
Guilt and abnormalities.
Still I’m now at peace.
I chow a beast.
Won’t have a dual with dueling dualities.
I’ll only be cruel to brutality.
You tell on me now and see.
Ciao to what’s chowing me.
You don’t have to bow to me
so don’t tell me how to be.

The Truman Show of Humans.
Tuning up to tunings.
Two knots.
You nut.
Do not.
Donut.
With sprinkles.
Trickles of tincture.
Wrinkles.
A fisher.
A picture.
Get your head in the shot.
Get your shot in the head.
The meds we forgot.
Get robbed by the doorknob we just bought.
Honestly not.
Did the boss see the modesty caught?
I gotta see the lot.
The arresting of myself, I oughta be a cop.
We’re just testing with a lot of freedom shops.
I’ll take your stress and leave you pot.
Fake your best, believe you not.
We brew soup and we brew hot.
I’ll see you with some Hebrew snot.
Can you see through what agreed you sought?
I need your premise, need your plot.
I’m a menace till I rot
but I don’t need to squat.
Penance for my slop.
I bleed, I clot.
Sometimes I go, sometimes I stop.
I know my spot.
Know. Forgot.
Poor. On top.
So what do we want?
Dropped.

It’s just people $hit.
Only people can equal it.
The evilest evil that the needle fit.
Punished for your needs because you need a bit.
It don’t have the thunder that this seed will fit.
And I shouldn’t have to suck on an eagle tit,
or be the legalest.
I wonder if these sheep will sit.
Beep beep, I quit
trying to be fit
for it
while I see all this.
What I recall is
piss.

These are your brains scrambled in your head.

Any questions?

I'm gonna go do drugs.

How does one know if they were an amoeba in a previous life,
or if they will be an amoeba in the next life?
How is it decided?
I'd be willing to be the best amoeba I could be
but I'm not convinced it would be fulfilling.
However I might be surprised
once I'm an amoeba.

I wonder if
as an amoeba
I’d turn Alice in Wonderland
into Phallus and Blunderland.

To remain in tact I’ll have to handle myself with tact as I get older.
In fact the candle may melt and let it’s fire smolder,
causing things to grow colder,
leaving gold or what I told her in the folder.
Whether I showed her or showed her a show, off my shoulders.
Exposure.
It’s kosher like closure.

Dig. Establish.
Digest habits.
It’s not magic, just scratch it.
My test. Rabbits.
Don’t need to grab it, I have it.
I feed on nabbings from the cabinet.
In the habit of having it.
Take my bladder down a ladder to the lab and piss.
So sure of your a$$ and tit$.
No cure for having this.
It’s you and the unanimous.
And Santa must use cannabis
to handle this ‘hit’.
New candles lit.
With my hands full I can’t cancel it.
Like there’s any chance I’ll sit.
But as I stand I get bit.
$hit.
What kind of bunny would the money fit?
And what does Sonny get?
It?

Something that’s enough to make it last
where there’s nothing new to have.
Stuff to make you laugh.
Exposed to my rough draft.
It’s tough to be a blast,
explode and go below the path.
Then I rose in last.
Who knows, it’s math.
Always get the whole thing,
and always have a half.
That’s a bath.
Splash.

Your analysis.
Urinalysis.
Urine, Alice’s.
Trip pee. Balances.
Trippy. Talented. How insistent.
Got me. Coffee. Sip me like instant.
What you put me in stinks to my instincts.
What do you have against ink?
I can only rise to the extent it can sink.
Not denied the prize but I’m content with what shrinks.
Sync or down the sink I think.
It’s dancing with drinks.
Don’t have to be the king, I have to blink.
Just glad it has sprinkled a link.
I think I’ll think.

I could have my glasses on or off
or my eyes closed
and I’m still gazing through all that magnification.
Better than stagnation.
So I change and put my page into a nation,
and my face into the world.
My rage is just a girl.
The clam don’t give a damn to give up early on the pearl,
but My Name Is Earl.

Why?
I land and don’t fly.
I stay while going by.
Are you knowing my nature?
Are you knowing that I am in danger
cause they made a wager?
They shrink all the things that are stranger
on both sides of the anchor.

Anger.
A valid emotion.
You can sink down to the depths of the ocean
without making a commotion.
But don’t come up boasting.

And you’ll get told what to do if you’re chosen.
A human gets frozen cause he had a notion in motion.
Explosion.

Now again
I’m balancing
my hearing.
$hitting out weird things.
Wormwood, clove, feel better, belly flattening.
What’s happening?
After my best tackling it’s less maddening.
I’m deeper, they’re dabbling.
They take away passion from my rationing.
They didn’t put the action in,
they just get a fattening.
That’s what happens when they’re scavenging.
A hassling.
What became raveled is unraveling.
Stay put and still I’m traveling.
Dazzling.