Heal
Whole
Healer
Healed
Wounded
Wound
Sound
Crash
Clamor
Clang
Bang
Choo-Choo train
Heal heal heal
Am I a dog in training?
Need this process be ever waning?
Draining
It is to always desire that which is yet reached
My fortune I seek in glass houses of pink-ribboned saffron churches blistered nights with snow capped fountains churches, merches, splurches, searches
Everythings coming up roses
Miss moses regrets she’s unable to lunch today
Come out and play
Play play play
Life is but a dance of snow joy frosted cupcakes in ice cream cones
Serious like a revolutionary ballet
I want to play
Serious serious
Lives touched by revolutions peaceful powerful rap induced furies of frustrations and anger and wanting something more more more
More more am I only looking to score
Score a line of crack from your sister down the block
I think I met her yesterday
With her head in a bag full of milk cartons
Who are you to judge what I have to say
Let us not become so boring and controlling that we lose the splendor of our vices
I will take mine on the rocks or over a cup of joe schmo hither me timbers and shivers of sunlight draped maidens in corsets with bosoms overflowing so nice to look at
The softness at the top where the tissue bulges out over the clothesline
Is a place I like to call home
So soft and fluffy
Land land land
To heal
Or to Heel
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