fuzzy logic...
fuzzy logic fills the skull
the ships have tilted rocked the hull
washed asunder visions plundered
a pillaged plight as no one's right
to fight
or flee the village
sometimes to run - scurry
all around and in a - fast
way around the block
pop and lock but not to dance
all i ever wanted was initial chance
circumstance and the glance
all i ever got was all that ever followed
had the thought
and then forgot
rusted mind hollowed
a cowl from the temp
of the towel silly wimp
to sustain the pain through drips of rain
a nice wane
of saying goodbye
before you've ever met
the threat descends
turns sands on ends
where they can't extend
one dimensional falling
one way calling
stalling to become
the dead and done
moans of stones
throughout the air
catch the squares
to break them there
shattered glass and greening brass
remnants inside the hole
passionate lives stolen
swollen brain from mental strain
and abuse, obtuse 'high pot and nuce'
focus focus hocus pocus
cast a spell to catch a theme
stay awake while others dream
to dream about tomorrow's wake
the following grows on you:
one always, something here
two beers for queer steers
holy dogshit fido, so you're a joker
playing with your poker
jabbed into your face
was it hot less violent
purple flowers violet
left a bruise but you fell
"I am clumsy..." Like hell.
visions of the dragon evil
held within thine temple's steeple
realize it goes and flies
to return it seems
that none surmise - otherwise
to return in streams
with reflection rippled surface
revenge for no other purpose
but to see itself
the black dragon on a shelf
love is a verb
go forth and disturb
the hate on a curb,
on the fence, in a blurb
curdle curdle turtle's milk
screaming help the many kelp
who float on the top
the cream of crop
a process encompassing all
fizzle and fade
the day appears made
the wife has laid
not eggs but braids
upon the pillow
feathers willow
leaves blowing from the snoring
up and up and down and up
ascending the descent
living no hint
give me one
the bright sun
pragmatic automatic
understand the clan of man
with what we know and how we flow
out into the void
whether girl or whether boy
in the end put down the toy
our bodies frail, our bodies fail
cereal stale
comfy sox?
Is 'your' prize within the box?
Seize the fucking day.
SEIZE THE FUCKING DAY.
the ships have tilted rocked the hull
washed asunder visions plundered
a pillaged plight as no one's right
to fight
or flee the village
sometimes to run - scurry
all around and in a - fast
way around the block
pop and lock but not to dance
all i ever wanted was initial chance
circumstance and the glance
all i ever got was all that ever followed
had the thought
and then forgot
rusted mind hollowed
a cowl from the temp
of the towel silly wimp
to sustain the pain through drips of rain
a nice wane
of saying goodbye
before you've ever met
the threat descends
turns sands on ends
where they can't extend
one dimensional falling
one way calling
stalling to become
the dead and done
moans of stones
throughout the air
catch the squares
to break them there
shattered glass and greening brass
remnants inside the hole
passionate lives stolen
swollen brain from mental strain
and abuse, obtuse 'high pot and nuce'
focus focus hocus pocus
cast a spell to catch a theme
stay awake while others dream
to dream about tomorrow's wake
the following grows on you:
one always, something here
two beers for queer steers
holy dogshit fido, so you're a joker
playing with your poker
jabbed into your face
was it hot less violent
purple flowers violet
left a bruise but you fell
"I am clumsy..." Like hell.
visions of the dragon evil
held within thine temple's steeple
realize it goes and flies
to return it seems
that none surmise - otherwise
to return in streams
with reflection rippled surface
revenge for no other purpose
but to see itself
the black dragon on a shelf
love is a verb
go forth and disturb
the hate on a curb,
on the fence, in a blurb
curdle curdle turtle's milk
screaming help the many kelp
who float on the top
the cream of crop
a process encompassing all
fizzle and fade
the day appears made
the wife has laid
not eggs but braids
upon the pillow
feathers willow
leaves blowing from the snoring
up and up and down and up
ascending the descent
living no hint
give me one
the bright sun
pragmatic automatic
understand the clan of man
with what we know and how we flow
out into the void
whether girl or whether boy
in the end put down the toy
our bodies frail, our bodies fail
cereal stale
comfy sox?
Is 'your' prize within the box?
Seize the fucking day.
SEIZE THE FUCKING DAY.
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