eucarya

this for all the children, chillin, not thinking about what not
an echo, a technical echo of the forgotten lot
the stretch mark limousine, scene, came, and went
the rusted lock on the dark side of the fence
as we fence with words, unheard except to those susceptible
to the tones that range from pomes to forgettable
this some insect eye shit, on the fly clips
holdin back the year like the moon holding back eclipse
time rips and folds, everythings eventual
eventually cold,
back to low energy kinetic smash fist
the elite armies walking calmly as they smash this
memory that enters the collective unconsciousness
a spark of words, heard by those tone pome range
ranger, desert attack! lost manifest the written as spirits of the lost
a cautious cannibal, who bites more than he can chew
a deadly moment when the poet fall victim to the crew
that stands to back him up, or when opportunity arises to crack a blunt
and blow physical smoke on a metaphysical plane, ears ring as the moments sting, shining ring caught on the bottom of a nuance,
jack nance style haircut erases the affluent truancy
students lock in keys wondering if the paradox really rocks the unforseen.
a miracle worker stricken by an unmiraculous disease
and the moment, homeless, find a place to sleep
as the miracle worker yearns to be seen
another victim of an unnameable disease,
with homeless moments, stoppin to sleep
a world in chains, burns through the creep
onto the tactics of well established timid speaks
between this and that,
and the moment, homeless, unmiraculous, yearning, finding a place to sleep