KNOTTY

The younger I feel the later it gets

The knots, they are coming.

don't slag me down

don't hold it up.

Tie it up centerfold intuition.

Just capture myself at a unique pleasantry.

Knock on gnarly cedar scented chips

Lots of people in and out.

Smell anger of acrid lacing

Like it or not

hit me with your best knot

make it into a free for all

call me a name that no one really gets to say.

Fire away.

Beat holy wont die.

String the corpse up by my head.

Dead men rest on my shoulders.

I carry all the shoulders.

Sandcastles melt before my bare toes

Connecting the t angle to wrongs

I know I am the prophet and the puppet

A pig on the edge of the pond

Getting ready to rumble

good Memories or sleeping can I wonder?

Together

Take it with you

Help get the angel out of the ditch

That know barely pinched the side of my foot

cross your fingers for me

you write 

you die

the one and only disaster

fun twine right on time fuels competition

you cry at 12 noon at the helm

by weeks end fill your heart with joy

tied ends of something separate

out of here

get out of this universe

let myself fly into the unknown one

the grass is always greener on the other spiral

let me gently sleep into obliteration.

Movements are my knots, irrelevant

5/22/09