Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

like nothing i've ever shit out before

a knock
on my consciousness
by the time of never
rest, wait
a field of pink
killer action
we were all dressed
in clouds
and sandpaper
the tip of the middlegrounded in misinformed misanthropy
following foundation
white walls
greened with envy
in the sister center

picture of a tall existence
prayer to so many
forgotten fallacies
a heart wrenching soul machine
industrial waste soda
rockefella cops abuse profit offa nonstop quotas

the strong, drunk punch of toxic breath in the purse of private investorgators trail me to the beach
plains of midwestern void
seeds distressed
just stressed
in mess (possess) in mess (possess)
so far, realizing
ten streams of jazz but no numbers needed
no never
no never
a known now
act, knowledge

(the former words of this poem have been replaced with (________________)

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