Was it due to human error?
…FOLLOW THE BOUNCING YELLOW LINE….there is no stage
….LET GO OF ALL BELONGINGS….there is no stage
…LET GO OF SELF>>>>>you are on stage
straight form follows function theology leads one straight off a clifff
(sic) erased….scratched out…denied presentation…dis
order your belief crisis Hemingway
drunk and thunk again again again
old man turns away afraid
then sees money in your hand
his eyes apologize
cold skinny fingers take it gingerly
strizzling on the green
thankful for the purple
i’m a treaming on your
stare again again again
venus in a cave
crawls on pearls and water
—traffic congestion—
lizard curls creep in
to steel new claws away
every breath beats three
of them
profiled on foreign walls
lavender and greasy coffee
stained brilliance
tall horse’s tail twitches
nervous in the crowd
three girls calm it
then bewitch the cop
seventeen drops
laid into palm
the bad good green clear crystal clusters
sink
we can change time
we can shape it
like clay
finally on grounded place
where ankles feel welcome
there’s a brew on the fire
choosing to transform through exertion
and be reborn in dance
look those shades of grey
12 thousand of them
reflecting off orange peel
textures on hand-hued rock
fingers grip the wheel
the headlights are off
it’s 3:13 am
they grab your hand and sink beside
and kiss you for the first grind
it’s all angel hair spaghetti
and indelible ink on wool
it’s walking in puddles
and laughing out loud
it’s wrestling with your brother
or pounding a fist
her ghost awoke upstairs
and put her robe on
Brian smokes a clove cigarette
and hits you hard
friendship means little
when you are beyond the clouds i guess
i’ll help clean up
deeper into id
further into America
than you’ve ever been
riding broken winged
feeling for the wind
you should join The Farm
and teach Art
she follows you around
sharing everything
with everyone
climbing towards the ceiling with smoke
and scents and greed then return with ease
she shifts shapes from forest creature
to cat she’s gone
have some tea
she’s gone
your density diminishes
until no one sees
your bright crystalline globules
dripping from those trees
two people say at once:
if it’s always yes then there is no choice no guilt no remorse
if it’s always yes then yes
let’s go to Wichita Falls
-black and white 8mm film shows February roadsides and stiff overcoats-
yeah the idiot put radiator fluid in the air intake
looks like we’ll be here a while
you take your last dollar and head into the diner
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then realized it was garbage day!
yay
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it looks like whenever you start writing a draft essay is when the system thinks it is published. I posted this essay after the two that are now above it in the list.
It’s probably an issue Soap Blox is aware of. Did anyone else have that problem?