The song of the trombone (blatting)

An exercise

Low capital doesn't make me thoughtless:
I am answering a top.

Momentarily sorrowing, I can darkly believe
This is a shape.

I see the figuring of it in the air.
Seeing is a dream that borrows thought
From my pants.

Many of the thoughts that make laughter
Artistic are the ones which I love.

I read a lot of books.




Man

Slower than I dream, I am trouble for
A lake.

The lake gives me patience and I have
Possibility in its dense life.

In the poem that reads of hell
I lose my taste for land.

Rows of pain on life's dusty word
Lessen the golden passion I have.

Momentarily a flower cautions me
Against people:

They are looking tense.





The Moment

What does it matter?
I don't care about change:
I want to believe.

Love is the law;
Love under will.

Yes there is laughter
In possibility.

Flowers are beautiful;
I am astrologically

Arrow-lofter
Hoof-walker

Hope is beautiful.

I aspire as

Poem-crafter
Star-charger.

Change is the tree;
Change is the life.

My body is my own.
My life I have sown.

"Be Poetic, I say"

I answered the need to listen with a
Moment of Answer.

The Answer is a round loud cruel
Round loud cruel loud round cruel
I am a world of rascal.

Oh in this world I am a loud round
cruel round loud cruel rascal.

In this kind of writing no one needs
To say there is my stranger.

I am strange in one pace:  Not ever
Do I say -- Myself is a loss.

I am bored with no one to act nicely.

I cannot say I am round or loud or
Cold.

Or Angst or Boned or Drunk or Shit
Or Cold or Boned or Drunk or Shit
Or Pained or Lost or Cruel or Nothing.

I seek what is alive in the deal.

I seek what is my own.  Tree. 

Oh is there a naked road with no
Answer?  I don't write because I
Am Lewd.

Many of my laughs are life.

I am a world of rude loud crooked
Nasty men.

I am a world of men.

I am a lost orc, worse than a maybe.

I am a lewd drunk cruel actress.

I drew the pain from bosses and made it
Loud and drunk and stupid and lewd.

I sicken the drunk and the lewd.

Maybe where passion and narcissism laugh
I am lone and drunk and stupid and bland.

I seek your pony.  I seek your dream.

Elevated girlfriend wists the mansion and
Writes a large masquerade.

O well, is there a loud cruel pain with
A leg for blazing breezy's peaking rape?

Nothing is my strong mesh with a needful
Rude laughter.

Pope of God, be you part of love?  I am
Right with a stinking flower of my aping ashes.

NOthing got me dead.

I meant to be Happy

Maybe wondering whether life is kind is like
   Sitting in a tiger's cage and hoping that he is a vegetarian.

Maybe wondering whether people are free is like
   Thinking about masturbation when it hurts.

Maybe life as a woman is the same as needing love.

I got the dream of my strengths:  I sought strong lives because
   I am a loss to a possibility of hope; I sought peace because
   Change makes you orgasmic.

LOL.


That tiger is getting closer and his teeth are sharper than a vegetable peeler
   Needs to be.

Pest

Oar a loss to a land?
Eye a boss to a grand?

Leftists and Girlfriends
Etched in messiness.

Offerings of work
Let go of masquerades.

I'm a bitch and I know it.
Deal with me.

Ask for a whore.



Inapposite Words and Phrases

Orgasmic readings of dreaming allah
Write Dean the stars...

Ephesus Paul art dream reason nut
Home is life reasoning art

I sexually dream of peace
Because I am orgasmic in my glowering
Orgasms.

Entropy also lives with itself
As a lump of coal makes happiness stink.




Rude but Serviceable

I lecture the many bosses with a knife
That asks their passion:  What is a woman's
Hope?

I give myself a lover.  Possibly I am bored with
Life.  I understand this is a concept that is this.

No thing is worse than a life that gives much reason for acting.



Many are Circled With a Pot

Oh the answer continues to listen for rite thoughts.

I thought I was a knife.  I thought God was a Case of Bimbos.

My world deserves love.  I am part of a constant life of rates.

These go where they are free.  These are peaceful and these are painful.

I am bored with a rated loud guest of roundness:  She never knew
That God was reasonable and starred as a thread in the moment.

Scars of worlds no longer ecstatic are nothing if not good to make fast.

Nothing is golden without a tree; nothing is love without a saw.
I give you blazing dreamers that no one gives laughter as.




Rather than Death

I believe life got me as a woman.
I believe I am a nerd to myself.

I believe I give myself womanliness.
I believe there nothing to wisedom
Without openness:  life is a pinch of thanks.

Oh there is peace in the valley with Laughter
In her bosom.

Stink

The clattering of plates in the sink
Makes me want to write a paper.

I read without much life.

Empires are trouble to the race.

I sicken myself when I have anything to give.

The dry land works with its friends to materialize
As life.

Scars of my own trouble with art are here.

I ask myself what it is that I have that I need to
Write.

Mayonnaise on the spoon dries in the afternoon.
A world of kitchens and bathrooms and a hallway

Comprises all that works, thus all that is allowed.

To seek God in a flower is to be the same as a
Memory:  This empire swings with a knocking

And  a Mother with her own troubles.

I sing of no one's Goddess (my mistake is being
a nerd without frills).

I have loved and I have written a load. 

A chasm of chiliastic braisings.

Explain My Outside When I Get to The Light

Church is what I freaked out at.

Buying the God with love.  Dreaming of
Rights for those who were beautiful lives.

I caved the right with a big answer.

I drove dreams of right.  I drove dreams of rice.

Oh, to live safely.  Oh, to give peace.

I say to you, the Southern Baptists have found
an answer to like, oh, sexy.

No one will be there for my ocean.

Oy Way.  Man is nose.  A large baloney with a
Right Glowering Goddess.

Estrogen and honesty:

I work my birds with a pink look.

It is my sorrow to act like a chunk of roses.

I had no idea dying was so Boring.

Family gives me trees with a patient love.
I am laughing because I didn't work this life.

Oh, this girl got me.

I thought it was nice to like a life that was strong.

It is my life I understand.  It is my creativity I
love.

Oh, I am poor and a whore.

Estrogen and baloney are loose as a moose grieving
feces.

I do not give my friends changes; I am rather worse than
Drugs.

Oh, I'm bored because I am stupid with a hope that masculinity
Is a way to understand thought, not a way to kill.

This way of believing in my thoughts is also rude and loving
With rites and with peace.

Oh, this is another feeling that dreams are worldly, that
God is nothing so I am hopeful.

Oh, to be a good person who seeks love from her friends instead of
From acting stupid.

I am a world if I care about live.  I am a drug addict If I am flowering
This client with a answer.

Hope and Nothingness derive pain and stink from a shark.

Reading a moment of messiness, of art, of floweriness is nothing and I am
Orgasmic of a mossy orchid.