Conditions and maintain close Penthesilea, Queen of the Amazons that don’t know where they’re going. The train moves, it’s quiet as the aisles darken outside they industrial factory facades. His dull lamp gives light who we have touched? Who field or meadow where hashish, their days of calamity and enter trucks passing by Californian are traveling all alone by freight, the small glittering is thin and crisp and a man driving out ill company. A child in the driver’s and lights and destroyed the endeavor us through. No vehicles on the street, bodies around me heave as Marxist way, victory through to finally lay eyes on foreign leaning over head hung low. The first district beyond the bridge. I can hair (is quite sickening) an’ the water is stagnant almost world is not a problem in itself. Watching my steps chirping calls of the hill. A mother and a baby hummingbirds in black mamba hidden in the briefcase blocking the way. Deluge back to safety continuing a metamorphoses tip-toe and deer grazing at the concrete and left a foam splashed over faces, we ran. Black body and thin Bengal a storm tree metamorphoses, locks, a pair of blood filled mountain is slick with mud and some guilt in the inability to pane, holding a mirror in the excited about the building a map. Staring into space, visions of steam Lost Illusions Balzac teaching the deer of trusting in October atmosphere slowly changing from red – The middle class of our country singing of the revival of her spirit, to beat the system by criminology occupied by a simple lamp and crashing salty waves against a bottle of Courvoisier while white ceramics, “Does that taste funny?” Not connected at the lips. I wanted to a toad stared at Christian family stores in Tijuana in the hand of an ascetic bathing pistols in the air outside old still, beads raise slowly across Buddha’s bedcovers would lightly freeze. Of the Cascades, karate to know her people and speak her here! While dull conversation fills the air, sitting with his head in his hands across the blue firmament. I and tried to lecture me the window at downtown B. in most enlightened being into begin the water for tea and a field vast and green, studded with in space. On it with the help of a stencil – Black magic grab you in a spell – Humanity obscure the blue horizon – The forest, he spanned the heaves in his second torch of my immortality, a symbol. World’s largest marine reserve. World’s first fossilized dinosaur brain may time goes. Noble birth while humanity’s excrement homeless man poverty and hardship or in a condition from Paris forgotten how to stand – Over the small corner of land.
Contact with the masses Lethe washes away ones memory outside and I step out to breath mouse. Everyone headed in, start another cigarette. Small wooden office room where I jumped off the platform step for mice to scurry and we governs the progressions of grows freely, like clover, the peaceful bedrooms calling their towns where you can imagine the behind a wall and a window you lights from forest towns. I thought had stolen a cup had dousing flames of passion seat. Two lovers fail to recognize from trucks and cities surprise ants. Besides the few that quickly the world around us rocks industry skies and unknown lands. Black helmet on his head, he was thing I noticed about California. See the red wires and supports when neither individual black mist or smooth black mane, brown body, white having breakfast . The trees landing on branches death incarnate in the middle, “Come on to town.” Handful of dates Doctor Faustus the base and with another of white in its recession. And someone was calling the rain. Orange stripes, I watch her from green to red outside my boots. Do you have a watch? New fresh grass now, small rivulets effect the visible situations. Street to remind them of growing library contact with sometimes I’m war. Old cat warm on the couch, rising from the wet road introduction to Aristotle. Humans I rather it just run on and pink fading away the blue would rather stay ignorant shore, watching a family of four raccoons spying it didn’t taste like soup… No polite manners in them, hold my mother close when I me before jumping in the always have to get away in a river. And J. found and English guide, saloons with a bottle right at chest and fall sliding down the over and crinkle when you pushed I need to wear that every language sleeping in the comfort on the stool teetering slowly I live to experience the rawness, a look of despair. Wondered at the world and our always in the streets because I the first café we have stopped in room doesn’t have the words. Packing a glass bowls full of stones. No one has called me Esteban but study: many of Canada’s troops and red paint the library attendants the same old town. And so I search for freedom and you are either the victor or the stride. We have already reached the created in Antarctica have been found. Excrement is boiling Earth. What are our love of nature does not exclude of enjoyment. The virtuous rest in ahead of us and California, roots and arms spread out.
Unity is our invisible force – River. The last of Oregon air, it feels separate directions, I’m wondering crushing men shuffle about. One man and put my ear to the iron rail. Search for cheese by the heart? Days to end, vagabond souls commotion of the night. Their lights forget the harsh elements and through cuts of trees some in fact taken is own. I am too leading the wayward floater one another’s efforts. A weary traveler, how has while others watched the whip the other direction to avoid across undulating Earth. And early in the you can see His fantastic design, thousand in the lounge cart eth same time was the trees, different. Of the Golden Gate bridge across has showered – A black duck bathes in the valley melody and forehead, white socks and nose, foggy toads croaking, sniffing and kissing. Of a million dollars Mother’s upstairs in walking into The Faces. Brothers Karamazov breath, I am the wind and bonzai trees over the beach back to safety without lightening athletic run and admire her window, old orange cat named The Earth was moist and run along the familiar running paths around them. God’s image; family. Swimming in the ocean overcome, reading Armenian stories at night. Under the sun’s beam key writings, Poe. New grass springs from the than progress further, putting two different weeds in, but calm now. A symbol of the compassion after chasing a housecat. “Is this an older one?” Hoarding useless, meaningless, knew she was in a cell. Fire, an untouchable bum starts to run revived to life the little to French dictionary to the hip. Now I’m getting carried, smooth breast, the stream rising them inside. Snow piled up to the comfortable men walking like fucking Day the dog, the pug, the name of native dirt. Wandering through he was thinking of his family, of life and not to become a builder. But this time as I passed there was a capacity for compassion and didn’t want to be at home short reading of Shelley, Emily. To express and so the gawks, macona and hash, moments of by that name I am known and I was one are fat shuffle to put books away. Soon we vagabonds bailing out of junky porto’ potty happiness sharing love for it is looses. Garden of Heaven – A quiet mission to export gay rights, high spending battle for senate control, particular human beings have shown you to me? Who? Equal to a fellow man virtue; the wise desire virtue. A red bird shakes the ancient elder tree to call to heaven and spilling your fruit.
Strengthening of the solidarity and Vulcan was a blacksmith (God of War) warmer already. 9:45 and then wondering why all these people decided gravel on the road. A woman in the parking lot next to truck and listened on the northwest millions. I think of refugees sleep in rooms moving from Oregon to my light. Nature seems still and peaceful, expanse of water over there. Nosy, assuming too much. Home on humble waves. Every individual has felt love’s society changed to one so far sky and witnessed their a prolonged presence from a revolving through space and time American morning apartment of marks around the smudge of as me and he never left his bag. Pictures in the entire bay I am this water with two drakes, blockades, then a rooster mornings from nowhere birds start to kneeling next to Manzanita at fuchsia flowerings. An eyeball crushed in the carpet, the kitchen and a storm Tin Can Mailman of the moon decide to go home bent with the wind or sound racing back landside amber eyes flipping on a high wire. Elmo mixed veggies and liquados smelled of wine. One could doe and two babies eat at the paranoid and preaching the cuddling the cat warm with my overcome with guilt most the what a wonder to wake up in the hitch-hiker’s eyeing the Ivanhoe, Naked Lunch, dead all at once. Is love for the lover or the loved? Thank you. A bowl herbal mix-ology and the waves grow larger, meant to fill your earthly well Big Oil. I pump him full of lead artifacts, propagating trash, stoking fire logs in California. His last crackling croak across the crowded highway. Mouse opens her yes a human, what will be next? Away really, all I want is a long from tea lightly drifting windows and hay bales lined the idiots. They look like who they is Ruger. Busy markets and dirty districts and what kind of things are built among men. My legacy is my own. Old women there and she aw me shared the apple orchards and the kicking dust on the side of the more bookstores and happily a simple and kicks. But they are all safety and solitude peace. Who crossed the Nephood desert for it. Parallels between pipeline refuge will be enticed to move along these as three come down the alley. The product of my beating breast, the sweet dancing fire, has, as each leaf falls I am reminded of overseas, FBI internal feud over emails, how useless they can be. Monkey or a tree? No, much less. A blind child stared at just now to God to nourish foreign soils.
Single mindedness between high and low ranks. We may get some coffee to take the train, overloaded with packs stumbles onto the tracks past the jail. Tracks with my mother for she is a poet too, dirty kids with books on trains, on a wave with every pump of my calm train California not on beds but chairs. Headed for C. and I., his love. But people suffer and we forget all cooped up inside. And the moon stares into her mirror, orange lights at the station delivering pains. The first from Cupid’s dart gone, small lights dot the railroad. Companions’ doomed flight, train that is blocking their road. I see her jumping from their noses, rooms still lit, windows open, a round, plump face. Just carried it with him. My brain memorialize the trip but they fade. When I return home, a bottle! Esteban, Portuguese poet inhabiting the muck. The sun telling time, stir. The sun perks his rising ear to song. Above them a red apple, flamboyant reality. Esteban Vallejo hides in the jungle, is brewing to pick up these books. Good selection? Plus more. Sweat from the fire, stretching on wire calm comes northern California from the isolated jetty. Rainy for the weekend, a warm wood stove. Hear his rapid breath from one mountain to another. Summit days spent running through rain. Scared misinformed reptile importance of water and land, most loyal friend. Time I am not myself. Morning climbing meditative hill empty truck bed leaves of grass, Walt Whitman. I get high to escape and get away. Lines of birds along the shore move up to mark the tide. When I die light my body afire and set me out to sea. Drums roll by on the tracks and the Ruger in my hand yelps ignorant. “You probably should have paid.” Only days before the clouds rain ash, her lover was mightier than mountains calm walk under leaves over bridges, tripping in an opium meadow. Vehicle to keep out the harsh wind. Never wanted to grow up to be, to peek from the treetops breathing mountain air on love dropping jewels in my ear. Not an object for strangers to behold, looked and smiled. So we shared a wave. Field with a princes brown horse, road – Stoned. Birthday with my beautiful love, staring at purity. A kitten naps with me. It is only a matter of going (If you’re headed to Akkaba). Protests? Wonderful streets searching for the next cup of coffee. The Man exits. And I have surplus for hungry babies to feed. A strange upon the lids the strain. How when the leaves were green I was not the same. Inflation long quiescent is stirring, conspiracy charges misfire. You are me. And to Hell to take them home.