Laughter

Laughter

It was an influx of thought. Something that may have told the mind to write this or perhaps a little something in tune to the nature of what is inside of us all. The inclinate variability of meandering torsels and vibrating spins. Where it led to is existence. It all started with a moth. Honestly. My first hope of existence to my last. It all comes down to love and moth friends such as these, bees, flowering mescaline hives dissecting what we are dubiously pinning our independence. Very well then. I'm free at the expense of serendipity. What always leads to follow. It all fabricates to a chess board.

Neverland shines with the sun. It comes to say hello at once and finds its way back to where it began. Oh moth. I actually know you were a butterfly - it is exactly where the sun comes up today. Maybe a nice scanty into the woods would serve up quite the pancake!

She metamorphosed into a better stretch of life encompassing the backswitchflatstack inside of her I feel a comfort and outside a delicacy that is missed. My love does cry in weak sorrows and pit-pat yesteryears but this morning I love you and tomorrow still will.

Laughter.

This is where I laugh.

This is a smile.

This brought fear.

Fear came from

Where I may have

Escaped from

Meander.

Juxtapose.

Remember

Califlour?

Incessantly my heart numbs to be a

Music of the soul and a music in my suture

Fit just in place where even happy

Thoughts! are erased.

At points I catch a glimpse

Of this ambush or this

Blood, catastrophe, senile,

defliction, derelict and hopeless.

But to pick up pieces where one might have had let off.

Moths have strengths even these

fans find delightful! (RITE AID says it's personal)

And my pants are ripped

AND groovy.

I start to hear whispers and find

that its the bird's house I'm in.

And they send Me

floWeRed FUCKing BOMB packages wrapped in serendipity?

But then it

Comes back

to being

so fucking personal

that you end up right

back

To where you end.
Love

04 July 2005