charlchard

where do colors go when light fades away, when time for day has flourished, do all turn a grey, existing not in darkness night, required, obtained appreciation by light, are colors still present in the blind, or restored by morning, only ployed in the mind, do each notice these colors and of eaches value savor, or is light a distance traveled by whom enjoy each emotional flavor, where does the color go when color goes away for the kiss that never came, wonder if it dissolved by rain, or from its givers heart twas slain, forming the words i can't quite hear, i love yous' pucker, eaten by fear, was priority kiss sent by mail over the weekend in hope, but turned blue, cold and pale, by sunday evening, sealed in the 'valope, the lips that never touched thous, have lost these meaning and now lick themselves chapped and possibly crack bleeding, did i get up to late to get off of my ass, to press my mouth, to melt its shape, in the pattern frosted window glass, i've even kissed on my fist, hand and thumb, tasty it was not but salty to tongue, i wont lie, i've gone mad with a purse, for that morsel i never had i grow worse, where is that intimate moment in a sucking lock, i've been lacking, inhaling eaches breath through the nostrils, four pouting petals slapping, in the time three eyes shut, nose to nose, french knotted above the chins, a caressing wrestle of bows, outspoken popping sound to the inner ear that it makes, by equal pressure release, as oral fixation breaks, i want that kiss and i'm still waiting, its nibble on the bottom, peck on the top fading, sweet slow deep draw into shared aroma, parting together, due to surrendered respirating

under slumber, among the first, of a summers rainy eve. 'tis the drizzle to the ground, a trickling breeze, to bring the down, but louder is silence between each flicker and emanate alliance, of echoing thunder, echoing softly till a trickling breeze and the last rain drops, on thankful leaves, please, whispers in the breeze, come in further, chimes the cymbal trees, the grass shrugs, its frazzled hulls ripple and sway adrift some inanimate ocean, passing vibrantly, through each gazing sip and the shaft of each grass seed, a spear cast up, to be heard, from the rumble of the gates down below,out in the elements one can truly wonder, the roar of the open air, greets with a familiarity, a chilly hug to the very bone, patty-pat, patty-pat presses the clouds, as if one or the other is a jellyfish, the mountain lights up with startled eyes, captivating my stare, her cleavage blushes. im lost in admiration of an arrogant little rhyme, capitivated-ly forwards in dehydrated time, pasted the powdered likeness, of a gaping inferno in my mind, this image to large to swallow lays lodged within my soul, shedding screaming pitches of deafening mad flashes and moves motionless to each heaves toll, im an illusion washed ashore in a conch-ubine shell, i rape with my eyes, can steal innocents through thought and smell, prickly little words arranged such in a truth, they do not make me feel, "what", is NOT to fear, as each drifts apart drowning-ly, adventuring proof

the molded tufts which abound, rich with stuff covers the ground. sage, mustard and bitter brush rage up to the rays blaze, of our suns descending mush. pushing on through sailors delight, beyond mountains of melting silhouettes drawing night. clouds tumble weed into piles, a barrel roll cascading hazel blue. scene of some odd forty miles, juniper species in their crouching hue. dark green contorted spires separating vision into foreground and sky. choral speaking red-winged blackbirds cackling higher. tempo airy to croaking frogs deep drone bass sighs. taking advantage of this poem i recite, temporary insanity passes on the tongue, buzzing in the ear, feasting where they alight. mosquitos, a living hell. distant coyotes hoop and howl. dusk belts out twilights song. taking old semi-not-so-me shoe off, thrown it on the floor, sideways spiraled a join the left, outside my window of the same old view yet the cartoons new, a blue bird with a red breast, frozen in warmth of a babes yawn while sitting in the sun as i asked myself why, a seed mocking a fairy from a cattail drifts bye, very simple is this fairy but more precious than a rose, very delicate be that creature who carelessly through time flows, i want to touch this sprite and without thinking except of me, jumping wildly i to catch it, just to hold it close to the, but ungraceful my attainment, resulting in what i not planned, for i crushed the tiny fate in the grasp of my hand, i clenched my eyes dying, trice in the wrong i'd done, courage dissipated and from my glance i subsist, saw a seed in my palm in the sun

oh my gosh! would you look at that squirrel. see it whorl, hear its hissing? what is it and why are those birds... as i write more happening quickly than for words. is a bit of wheat gluten such a cause for brawling? well i declare that intrepid squirrel has up and caught that starling. oh my and in its teeth it clutches. a diving into the bush a scrambling the such is. then poking up through the poke orange leavess' freezes, squirrel dangling a mouth full of feathers, merrily. just to have a look around and catching on to my fixation as if to astound. well, it truly has succeeded and then all of a sudden, back down the bark they retreated. releasing the bird on the ground, safe and sound and all in god speed it! now shan't or shall i repeat it? can't find a fiddle? did i say quibble? well, faddle your paddy whack, "flip Flap", my dog is vegan, cultured if posh, yet cult and gouache and sure showing signs of civilized wigging out, "speak" i say, three quarter gape, engild K9 grin, nexus keeping time on the fiddle bone, in pursuit of a flea time is a dime its getting shorter but sure taking longer, hopping on the ride you are already there, takes no time to take time, time slipping away is free, sprinting on a minute, across the rolodex hex spangled galaxy, to be, a twinkle in my eye, to be, cash that is wasted on trash, "gimmick, give me happiness" i say, as i throw away my hard time earned pay just one of those souls blessed a prince, lingering etched in time for all to see, high up castle, inside stone walls, playing to find the victory, frozen in shear rage for life, knot knowing if im the enemy, a warm glow comes over me now, cast from out the blue and as i peer through the rough stone view, i since stillness of child book meadows, lands far off, soft green yellows, knowing this may some day be, doors reach past the celling, needing no knobs and have no key, such a shame, destined to fade, the cold a thin aura away do you ever play "kissie-kissie elbow" while sleeping on a train, with a stranger of your sane, imaginating in your brain, if not, the simple rules are, not to laugh or to frown, not to cry or to speak, or to move or make a sound, here steals no object clearly, yet that which is to feel, connected only by touch, sharing warmth from adjacent will