You don't learn about lies early on lies early on
among the rough & natural scattered
like autumn leaves on leaves on
The lights like a fire Fire
And ice and everything thrice Thrice
With my ice chips and field mice Field mice
scamper through the loose, dry grain &
bits of Happiness Happiness
doesn't seem as far anymore.
I don' think there's much appealing about it.
After the brisk drizzle subsided, we walked
To the parking lot and did what we Doing what we
want with our enriched flour hamburger
gravy drizzled over your meal just before
I left for the summer city where roses cry
for a spare nickel & the conundrum of the
perplexed lawyer in a fourth grade classroom. You
shouldn't ignore the master until
you think you don't like the smell of any
rising bread or other signs of human affection
-finished 10/1/2014 9:21:51 AM PST