When does we begin to end?
When does the letter less receiver send?
The dead leaves fly into an easterly setting sun
Where the brigin twipps
...
Would you reply to
This perennial happiness
This extra mundane serenade of willingness
...
Where love exist
The drain glows dull
And the video cassette shines in the gutter
Can you fly in such a bath?
...
One day me and milky were writing a poem so we rang tai but he didn't give us much help in desperation we looked to the garden. The plants were many, in fact too many, so we had a bongfire and cleared up some space in the garden and in our mind.)
Dear Kevin Rood Part 3
When does we begin to end?
When does the letter less receiver send?
The dead leaves fly into an easterly setting sun
Where the brigin twipps
And the wall entangles my wits
My East German naval officer sings
On a dope head pelicanmoose snorting liquified chicken wings
The immediate effects of ethereal power ties his Velcro shoelaces apart
Then joined the army without a something that rhymes with apart
Eat, my butterfly, fascism awaits!
What a post historical beauty, please erase my emotions and photocopy my decorated plates
Bad vibes re-enter your metaphysical body
This chair is broken darkling,
My gothicly inclined sense of humour makes proud your switchblade
Please relocate your butterflies daughter
Her mind is in slaughter
Or is it too late?
The leaf of life dies as the sun is born westerly, my real child.