Dust off Saturdays smoke rings, shoe polish the nights written home.Don't forget me...goldfish...20 paces down the line.

A narrow path and soft recline.

Apples soon... divide newton.Rasputin!

I am the tidal knot, Not the real kinda slope.When is it now? the future hugs on my application, block it.

Walking on the piece of adult...OK?!

Ride on the clone,send your momma home...

Then its her and the chase is on...know it feeels... now with the eels.

sat in my brain!

Lets the real show braid.

loose lines/held inside.

Timeout,

overactive pistil onward Solomon, to devious for baking, inside the dime, he feeds like the rotten coward, mine

functions he is a fungi.

"Reaching out over something!"

(naked cold uninviting and most of all disturbed, co ld naked and most of all forgotten and devious forgetting it self

inna moist cave alone and isolated metallic bars hold him, lets release it in space and get rid of it.)

The time we forgotten, it's still in the works, grinding gears, in the works of many authors great books still cracking

the rip on the backbends of the TIME is still ticking and I wish I could just stop and breath for a second or two, but

it's a constant pressure always. .

.close your eyes . . . . . .close your eyes.

They arent sure, pre-growth, nailed, on accident by reminders.

knicked, they monsters of the neck,

brain still wet and pink.

feel down.

It's always on the mind what’s percolating me inside out, walking out on a surface, time is bubbling, something is

crumbling feeding it way through some tunnels.

joints and funks and house

...now and again,

The sleep is taking up time.

?/?/?Measly,

.Fin.

A menu,lasting,

a rage to dual,

final minute,

Job...Message,

.to dual.

Final job...g o d Ala job...

sage to Dur.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Strawberry tango lingers on on on a lion rose, in the red lion pose,you better run. run. run, Annoying commercial bombardment, Worms of the woe. Gotta take!... Shes in theroom alone, better run run run. Call-devil each other. calm and never cool man gives up. Booka room oh look around... to the moon. so hot to peppers on the ceilingtwinkles as they walk back. On the road again, with an outside onna peak,

vents steaming.

metal nudgeTack thing, exaggeration alright bye

drag that thing, claustrophobic...rectangle... room...on a cart wheel..okay give

Five Thirty.......white and orange... Everything goes out black...

You just left.cold heated

w h e r e ’ s t h o s e ? !

UMM

line back to the wall.I thought we should.

NO!pay for it.RipppOffThey gotta

owe me thank you.

Next thing I know I'm there with coffee...see ya... later...CYA!! !noisy hours later Thirty feet long crew is framed for delay. the real steel wind labeled...or Fifteen hundred here's how it works. fiery river of ha.

M e t a l b i t o f f e x t r a h e a l, bu tt er fl y s t r u c k b y c i v i l w a r b u l l e t .n e a t p o c k e t s , h a n d s i n p o c k e t s .

Back yodel soooo! Piece of the cake.MISSING IN ACTION...Lost the crowns,and clowns.Shoot locus,then a bee.Frame it on the wall.Two coats of paint,and a pair of gloss.Nose pierced with emotions.Hose perched with commotions.Valve is sprung,must be undone.the slug on the armchair,no one can worry.Can't hear and say hurry.Not a bucket insight,the insect crawled.No longer had legs,The chair/stool.

Ingrid painted cavemam' what would I know?She painted the Kitchen next the coffee mug,

innit slopes. in the food court. zed sent for you.a second tiny chair in place, ole swayback the goooood ole'ode.

Snippets of the glove laying in the puddleI seen it in the moving pictures ahem is gold - blood - crying toys,

Angel eyes peaking through the thought cloud,energy overcompensation, operas choked.between you, be chill... haven't you?

Negative facial reactions, my nose twitched,lures naked,

your universal sadistic book, your sabotage!To sand castles, blind men, good men...she's of a dream.

Sardine pasture,lighted streets stenciling the lies

bIg, don't know if I should touch the words,or let the poet caress them.Then placed me on the platterpoints to behind the dumpster,cold imbalance, over the sighing.

Pour knuckles down,the wind sock is purring,

can the screech owl, attack the navel.with his peeking tom mentality.

streets filed down to a solid number.telling her the secret nature.

The night time rings,the nest waddles, the giver gabs away.

dandelions that sing,saddled up and the windows is cleansed.

how are you?I am sinking...it drips.

now let us dance to the sawdust.

Comlexo:

The leakin' faucet o!

On my head, On my head, On my head.Now I know the times to see the dust carried up with the spirit.

No ones watching with wonder, no one painting the scene.Capture the moment with the mind.

Stepping stones, the mind a stepping stone.eyes stoned, eyes so cold, dreaming of dripping

semen cries boy OH/Sea serpent skies in the trolls dream.Camel wheel spinning, canvas bleeding, do not LOOK.

Gee... I say... That's something to th ink abou t.whats this all about the cannon wheels stop and are stuck.

seeing the head beneath the dirt,I raise my voice summing the situation up!see the stars going inside the toilets swirl.Now I am the crowing crescent stain!

Growing scent strain...

Cig-say-more...or bore or...Defense-cig, lay say more of...

Sippin', can you still ah!

Leave miss sin, sea by the see.Deci meter, deli cate clay si more.

Decedent... summon her.

Les acoba, wee wee wee.Strum sea, say by by abba.

Sick, and six tan.

Overshadow by.. say.. boo om.

I am running, seesaw, say low.

Glow, the bright sun.Sea salt often...stale,alley ally...cig...table.

Rave on the cold front.

Heart bleeping...Harp bleeding....

Over productive, over dramatic, obsessive lost fugitive.dingo travelin'

hes out back raking...what is left of the...then he leaves...someday, overalls, never Nostradamus...then somethingoccurred, made me think, then it was thought.

I must be traveling on...see ya.Hard plowing,herd pounding,

never seen her eyes open..shut.

Ding Ding, See I came to the front door first, it is more fun, down and out, cut...paste edit...suicide with the razorblade...give me an F.

Happy..or sad who cares.

Zone out, zoom in.center focus,dead beat,hot seat,savior,

.DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN.

DiD

NOTHING!

Desperate thinking tucked away in the kitchen cupboards....FUN...

There's a line where you stand, and wait.Waiting for the heavy rains.

Figures leaning...man, woman...leaning.

Somebody watching - listening to our thoughts reading newspaper.

Shredded newspaper all over the floor,The dune does not dissipate, we see the silver airliner shave the tip of the mountain.The quails callin'...winter to emerge from the whistles and the sponge soaking the sores.Now's the time to reveal.

Electronic mincer...shes for real.Repetition in your love, holding delicate flowers, white beds in a field.

See the fire wind, combine with your heart.The man still plays on the roof.

waiting to fall, the train fallsher lengthy fingers divide the spirit

My knees deny me......falling...

...Can't catch myself just yet.

(You suck the marrow out of me........ ...Peculating me

from the inside...)

Pull me from my outer shell, force me in a box. Now she

talks slowly, lips moving like a ballerina...

Folded swan, rich cemetery lawns...The six legs pulling off the torso.Feeding the wild hawks withered dust.

"I saw through a lens, underneath my pillow...."

I don't think so........You don't have to explain no more......her hearts a putridhoneycomb.

The same name becoming sentences.Cursed with chalky breath.

Pinkish death coal.Printed.ON.

....STONE....

See my face snarl with desire.“Possessed or charmed to liquor or black wrist doves.

Ribbons before six feet under, sand withers my fevers.

righteous an welcome to feed sliding fingers in a mound.

Underneath the earth, covered, Down under.”

pumpkin butter

F a l c o n O n a P r o s t h e t i c a r m .Unlike the wild berry lofts,

cascaded in the lovely dew of nobles.Serious lenders to the psychic lies.

appetite deniers the falsehood of noodle-breath..In to the winters bed.. sleeping in wishing wells.

r h y m e s o n t h e w o r l d f l a t e n d .castrated at the desk, by my former idol.

protect them in your golden arches.watch them in the center eye,

eye always watching, tales of your mystery.c a t c h i n gd r i v i n g a n d s m i l i n g .

Just perfect, Since the evening is righteous, wind is close your lips don't speak.Super carrier, in the mind ... ghost still hung them all

of the red storm churning.Your a dead head, slept in real late yesterday closet.

in the he asks

He held the hands of everyday. He is a tyrant, and his primary flightcontrol buttons I ignored him.

Sore from the nectar, climbing from the envelope sprung up into the butterflied, randown to the house of cards.

Just perfect Super carrier in the mind. He held the hands, Sore from the nectar butterflied, ran down Since theevening is righteous, wind is speak. In the mind ... ghost still hung them all the red storm churning. Your a deadhead, slept in real late yesterday in the he asks of everyday. He is a tyrant, flight control buttons I close your lipsdon't of closet. and his primary ignored him. Climbing from the envelope sprung up into the to the house of cards.

Lake lies rusted,Synthetic organs.Mother in a tin can.A lost traveler......

Mother ship,Left over dust,

dead finger nails on the sheet metalechoing screamsdeaf space.

Sad weathered willow,it's silhouette creeps across the wall.

Red cardinal calls...A small pool of my reflection.

shamefulHeld replica

of youDopiness

A banquet oldshake

the barley grassTill it satirical of a

banquet,blades of grass.

Saw the happiness,till it left.

organist...likewise...originality hap..mania... left

the environmentis plentiful.

A rep. Seven.

Swan meets a replica.Lakes crate and some devils.

Blind husband, was overall glad.empty tables.. crumbs... still some.

Neat hands, hands in pocket.Cracked sidewalk, swirling wind.Smell the gasoline being burnt.

Sand paper skin.

[l..X/l]

Night Face(thoughts of)

Images and Poems

BY: Aaron Held