Lost for words

In my own unique overview
  that spans out from the kitchen
and splays out on the grass to die like a poisoned rat,
i'd say
i love the freedom of others
 more than i love mine
So at the other end of my imagination
when i'm trapped
 Banking on film strips from years before
   Real air tight memories,half brothers
 Neat dresses and perfectly horizontal smiles
pull me out and we'll end this right here....

Numbers

The world not forsaken,for you trying 
The beginning 
   and the end are always meant to fall apart

Look at life,Not in the mirror
Not
  on the street you walk on everyday

Light can be shredded,It is when you sleep
    that changes the meaning of things

So be far as you can go
     There could be science in the numbers
   that surround the dot

11.1111 or 1111.111
  
I look at you as that dot
   and how big a number you want yo be today

This saga is no machine 
  to be flipped upside down to see 

what it looks like

    It is the sphere your brain skids over
        aspiring to find new ends
     to make this thread work

and seem alive 

3 36 am

A time bound spectacle
The long past notes are italicized to seem fatal
The roof slopes as if it exchanges with me its position
Absence of all alive says nothing to me
Whimpers of the moon,despite

A few things needed saying

Are the fish electric??
The painted wall has me roused
People come in and out of stores
not listening until someone with huge lips says it
i for one am not that one
A room full of rainbows,What?
Every sin overtaken,disappears

Yes i can't

some the things i hadn't said nearly enough,lately

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Grandma

I see the dark places between your hands when they come together
and can't,and i seem to remember my whole life

Is it not the right time to wax the sky and make your gaze seem bigger?

Nudge the clouds and let us give her the stage
For she wrote stories off them,about them
as they seem to blink back

I do not trust the flowers by your bed,if they may know you
I do trust your nails,and i trust the white hair
on your neck

I have taken to opinions

Would you refuse unrequited love or has this sailor pretty much sunk to know..
There is no child in your untidiness,may be not even in the unwavering
belief that good will come to things,unreasonable

like my distance

O Grandma what are those lines on your face, i haven't seen before

The new Age of lost Poetry

Before the sounds gnash together
of the creative drum..
the humdum, the hums and then the dums..
believe in that rhythm,
Do not say or tell about the new undefined prolixity
because time has been witness to greatness,
and we might be the only victims..