What am i able to do to maintain this environment in its orbital spin?
I gave up trying to get the hearts of the various--.
Throw the meat-balls from the wall, cease, prevent!!
Seeking to make them spin, like God did from the heavens!
Sexual longings--a pathway to anger and rage--
Change the website page to the cheap lodges, transform the web page
Give it a pathway to operate, notify your pals, they've won.
And don't solution to everyone; cling up the phone...!
Will not go outside the home, become dulcimer--
Strike the hammer, the hammer, the hammer, cease, quit!
The darkness from the evening is coming, open the window
I will, I am going to vanish, no air, giverny condo no air inside of her--everywhere!
Neck bones seem weak, like honey over thawed meat:
Everyone's neck bones, Every person I see, even me...
I will be a guest of hell shortly, the land of no greens
Or balloons...just neck bones, just about everywhere: everywhere you go.
The put where by no-one cares, no one cares, no one:
Like unfed fish, fish, unfed fish--nibbling at practically nothing;
Within a four-sided aquarium, with--with piranhas...
Give me a lily pad to sail away, right now, these days, today!...
I emerged from
Whenever we die
We become a Element of
For record carries on
The human continuity,
A Be aware by Rosa: two poems: undecided what I desire to say on both of these poems; exciting, they make me think about why the poet makes use of what he employs; I know my spouse suggests, it is called "impact" and it can make me have a big deep breathe. Is always that what he wants,