i suppose so

singin to the loved one. hard featherweight she brushes on my shoulder.
collapse mouth, into another.
breathin thru my nose, lots of mechanical waste band technology.
creepy crispy one.
i'm just so patient, oh.
i'm waiting waiting waiting. sitting.
i'll say some facts that depend on embarrassing pictures.
or put my face into a blender, put it on grind.
then i'll watch the mongrel people and their dog men.
great day.
jumpin thru the hoop. 7 more times.
im gettin tired, but i will drag myself to the line.
further, i get on the blazing orange bullet. shootin thru my skull. swamped.
seeing lots of others, happy and chasing.
but then i look at the present, see the animosity or rebellion or usurpation.
then i wince from the pain.
back to now. you just touched my arm, most forcibly.
guess the colors.
im tryin but i cant recall.
so i'll copywrong all this mess. Copywrong 2006.
sign here and here. over once more.
my deck of cards, missin the queen of hearts.
its in yer clutch.
sure i reference robert.
one influence, oh, two.
and jack.
i will beat my imagination until something of value spills from it.
until then.