Human Under-Tow

Emotions And Intent

Energy In A Psychic Tent.

Thoughts Align

Like─

Lights For The Mind.

But─

Clouds Of Inner Fear

Act Insane

And

Cells Do The Same.

War Is The Game.

When

Choices Grow

From Angry Seeds

Planted In That

Human Under-Tow.

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Dirty Diaper Fan

Quick Drying Prints

Thoughts Can Be Wimps.

When A Pot Of Fear

Hangs In Anger’s Rear

And Drops A Load

In Anxieties’ Mode.

Present Power Changes Hours.

In Sour Days

To An Iffy Maze.

Part Of The Plan─

Go,

Wash Them Hands─

Under An Ill-Smelling

Dirty Diaper Fan.

On A Shaky God Train

Shades Of Glory In Every Wanker’s Story─

Thunder Thugs. Political Pugs.

Promises Go Up In Flames.

Trust Has A Phony Name

In A Valley Filled With

Ego-Driven Nerve Pain.

It’s

Just Like A Pack

Of Inner Cells

On The Way To Hell

Cruising Through

A Slippery Swollen Brain

On A Shaky God Train.

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Ass-Bent Years

Special Spot On The World’s Pot

Grunts And Groans

With A Garlic Tone.

Golfing Bro Goes Round And Round

Making Angry Sounds ─

Wearing A Nobel Crown.

At A Time When Ally Beefs

Feel Like Crimes

And

Nowhere Near Sublime.

But─

It’s Instant Relief For Swollen Feet

With A Mickey-D-Beat.

All That Waste Has A Bitter Taste.

Cause Bolts Of Fear Skin Dance

In Ass-Bent Years.

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As A Keepsake

Mind’s Open. No Need For Tokens.

Thoughts Rush By ─Just To Be Fly.

Razor Sharpe Hours Shower Internal Flowers

Grasping Beauty As It Unfolds─

You Know─

Praise To The Bee In Its Quest To Be.

Weather’s Never Old. But Love Is Bold.

Nature’s Plan Is A Juicy Chaos Land.

Everything Grand In Mixed Sand.

Pull Up Nasty Stakes

Keep An Eye On The Flakes

When The Body Keeps

Ancient Mental Fakes

As A Keepsake.

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Years Are Those Things With Feathers

Years Are Those Things With Feathers

That Fly In Nervous Weather.

Emily Said It Best

In A Back-East Poets Fest.

Scratches In Time.

Earth Has Its Own Mind.

Those Who Stray─

Find Notes With Ancient Signs.

Those─

Shake And Bake Alien Rhymes.

Mental Petals Do Survive

In Deep-Brain Dives.

So─

Nothing To Fear In Any Perception Year

When Truth Uses Main Gear.

And Squally Moves

Make The Body Groove.

Happy New Year!

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In High Tide

Step Back In Time

Body

Has A Mind.

So, Stand On A Holiday Cliff

Watch The Air Drift

Two And Fro ─

Mental Wind’s

Magical, You Know.

Knocks And Frocks

Life’s

Full Of Midnight Tocks.

And

Nylon Socks.

There’s Plenty

Of

Pointed Toe

Clues

When Thoughts

Dream With You.

Get Out

Of The Way.

Enjoy

That Big Christmas

Payday.

Plenty Of Love─

Nowhere To Hide─

When Consciousness

Swims

In High Tide.

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