Rain

(Have been listening to Lambchop: The day is saved!)

 

Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow.

 

And often is the case that you have set yourself specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and your mind is gripped in fear.

 

Fear

I know you’re bored,

Lets take a walk.

We’ll bring the dog,

 

Dear

Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that’s black and futuristic sea creatures that nibble at your toe.

 

A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a patch of white, a path through time that’s held like that because you’re bored

 

Bored

We’re better off,

Well shake that cough,

It’s not so bad,

Ok, it’s worse.

 

So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and kept up with those you love because the benefits are great.

 

The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto , sans secure.

 

If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren into birthdays into cardinals, and liars.

 

Don’t take it off

Pleases leave it on

There is a place

I have a twitch

There is a moustache

There is a cap

There is a wreck

There is a house,

 

What’s wrong with that

 

Done