Version one: a rendition remix style
Dead I ain’t and yet…
You read reality with holes
Flowing fine yarn flush, fuck
Words ain't me
Under wear like seams like
More cummings.
Flashes of smaller glass intentions seal heads like dreams
Recalling pretty metaphors built undercover with you
We hide the tunnel, keep it a disguise, watch
Suppose me say allegory can’t suppose necessity better than eyes, more than inside
Arrive, retreat
its life hanging games
personified impossibly
Blow your thoughts
Give yourself that light dance
Pet the sun without your brain around
Try the plateful of things in lower case
Face further trust before the story sneeze
Because homie,
We be
Living the cliche
like way
On Sun, Oct 4, 2009 at 1:19 PM, Andrew Maples <> wrote:
And the brain say
mind your q's and p's
cross your t's
pupil your eyes
watch the cave mouth sneeze
allegory allergies
you can't own a shadow
like the sun gave us eyes
try to never arrive
before your destination do
or like a ship without a bottle
with intentions and designs
but no necessity
no message inside
glass will blow around you
impossibly
suppose further
you are yourself personified
in plain sight
you hide your thoughts
like a stomach
smaller than your eyes
I look by the plateful
grateful for helpings heaped
does reality give way to cliche?
probably
what's a metafor?
recalling true meanings
like a bad batch of weenies
we fall back like trust games
because heads have
more holes than bikinis
it's the homie on the range
flowing like I gotta go
and the seal just broke
and you got hips like rose
it ain't about me
like cummings keep it lower case
crank the hurdy gurdy
make a monkey dance
and flush your face
I sweat your pretty things
may I pet your sweaty things?
under each fine woman
is the story of lifting
her off her feet
with words and hot heat
I built a one stick pop tent
where we can retreat
and animate dreams
without seams
but if a story is a yarn
what the fuck is a sweater
maybe it's a disguise
but you wear it better
so let's hide undercover
I’ll be the train
You be the tunnel
you can read your way through
with eyes hanging out
but when life flashes before you
that light
it's the living you done
come to find out
And I ain't dead yet.
