Thursday, October 16, 2008

Some more old extreme poetry times

papaya sliced through the middle and once again erupts the fury olny fruit possess. power surges and power failure all wait in line for change. the excitment is always growing. however, more like an ingrown toenail. delightful tingles grow toes as the rain is beautifully a drizzle.

coins drop to the floor. mice eat the crumbs that fall through the cracks of the airplane skyline. helium fills the room while little kids in costumes bounce back into the static on the telvision screen, staring at something hot straight ahead.

crack pipes and lighter bugs unearthing rae flowers named croaquetez, jellypie, and deeradical. plants live and die. rubber shoes come from trees trying lasers teased other features.

theology ate the soul, the belly, and its' under-Tailors line the street at night. Livers doing all the processing, while bile sits by the fire quietly reading. various fabric line the streets.