Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don't forget spoons twiceLukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpieRooms in his home that dissipate into fruit fliesSuicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooningMy duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. "it's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half."She said "I'll keep you in my prayers, " I said "I need to hide a body, " she said "ok honey, talk to you on Friday."Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter. according to the blood-and-water chapter. weirdWho wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? probably some surly dad; only child, 30 cats.Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past.Except it doesn't always work like thatToday I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt; where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn;I told them "you will grow to be something inventive and electric; you are healthy, you are special, you are present." then I let them goOhYou were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisionsI was privy to a headache over pirouetting innardsIn the mirror sweating pictures; who's there: simian or lizard?As it were there is a disappearing differenceIn ambition and material;Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriolMove as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius'I'm a... that's better, here we here we go. disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar billGot a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-izedCheck! nevermind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dyingIt is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? don't playToday I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark where the grape vines climb a convenient barn;I told them "you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded." then I let them goOhI have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any levelI have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from perilI have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the templeI have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembledI have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzelI have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essentialI have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devilsI have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebelsToday I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land.I told them "you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; you are patient you are gallant you are festive."Then I let them goOh