(having revealed the
dude was damn arrogant, arrogant like an arrow / Her Responsibility
The handwriting on the wall narrows down at the breakfast in bed.
Mom sings to hovering
pancakes
this golden Sunday morning
like a brown nipple. I’m going to be fed.
Late I rise, up the ceiling
lowers
the start of a modest day. Those
upturned glasses sat on their back all night,
the same way our turtle
choked on vomit. . . Jacob really messed up.
Anyway, I finish my meal
and sprout to the next,
a cup of joe to get on with
it.
Had to have gone on with it,
no matter what the what.
Life for me has been, well,
accommodated
so I am comfortable. The
handwriting on the wall highly
recommends
I take a break
so, I am comfortable with
not much else to do but a pile of dishes
Hello
chap, could you kindly fetch me the paper. . .
thank you much. As I was
saying,
the words come as easily as
the Jewish money, the connection being that
moola makes language, to
and fro, a boat ride. You know all too well,
do you? Okay then the poem
ends here
it’s
not too late!:
The bed )on the wall
narrows down on the hand
writing about breakfast. )Going
towards Mom who hovers over sun day more ning,
who sings these gold enbrowned
)piles of mourning me. . . feeds me
the vomit of his turnup
turtle, )a real choked up
mess. Those meals lower
modest, down )Jake’s gullet, be it a cup of nipple
that any brown dish of joe
can sprout to a sunup )sputter and it wouldn’t
matter any way you read this,
with glasses or on your )back—
You
will puke and go back to sleep )just like
the turtle finished,
comfortable )for life. I
accommodated, so
much )the High Hand reccommendated,
what, not a pile of pancakes.
Take on )so kindly a break,
could you
much. )The paper fetches the
chap, thank it. Was. . .
I )saying the Jewish boat ride connection came with
money ‘la moo? )You do know
the poem too, and fro, and where
it ends
--- Yesternight. from,
Charlie: ‘With
welcome we
disport through the sinuous
assembly, a ceiling
over the head, unnerved’
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