Monday, March 26, 2012

Looking for answers
Observing the atmosphere
Naming the water float
I feared the horses blowing the sub cover
Looking for a dialect to speak to my chin
Horses and compounds put wind in my sales
Once only and lastly finding
The novel way with out breathings of hesitation.
Sturdy he is sitting on my last thoughts.

Friday, February 3, 2012

he soaks the bear in the orange peel : around the fire he sits among the embers, sheaths and sings there for the lillys that always twirl always spinn spindle and fire the mark and spin and such are the spells that perk single and sure the bear grouches united together with its wooden chips. that spindle spindle spindle along Wider and claravoyant, bear grows grimmer bear moves and roaves, roave through the feild where the spindle he wanted it to always spin and the lilly frames the guanted quickest run. bear around the fire stone, clank , clanker louder spark , fast quite fast on top of that ill defeat. my pleasant spark it belongs to the feathers. the bear the orange the pool belly of a candor light ., shaking out its belly, perhaps a smile or a charm the bears wide old furr.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

To what he saw and called French...
He soaks the bear in the orange peel
He always yells and determines the
interruptions he places his galiancy upon them,
His shout was the end of his soul and he could not sustain a way to
un-invert himself from that place
where he waited for me to uncover his birthday, his nightmare

poem by GraceEvary

Day Sleeper

If you take a way all of a womans dignity
she will say i do 
she will sleep with you
Shake her and give her a pen
he caved, 
ate all of her popsicles, 
 that man who was all about, I do.