Don't worry

A poem intending to touch on the three air signs libra, gemini, and aquarius

| Don't Worry |
Naked sisters loom around the candle light, they know best, hanging dyed Gao on clothesline.
They play the
Softened  ping   signal.







Zinc  is off in our cabin,     Sleeping, and the
honey   drips her Chinese  mouthpiece, telling her blossoms of      verse






A
Hungarian  eye is kept private  in a message  from  the mountains and a sister,
The only  way  to really  talk about the eye being in competition: hungarian eye
Versus e=mc2, is with a sister who's argument is an object,  aside  in tea waters, hidden, and at rest now.






Ink       slipping through the cracks in the hut
Zigzag over the House. As they lay their children  down in rice, hay, and clothes.



Often   three, or four, become a whole spacecraft , and it's hovering around, the size of a parking lot in Memphis.
Knolls    of green grass           east of the recipient;  of  this huge body, the 
Body that Knows  as it eats,  Formed from ten paces, if you look at the  time,






Room to room,
Empty of cards,






  fed
Om ( sounds) Om     sounding   like  the vents are taking over, we've all lost it, but it Is a fine breeze, and the song       bird, but  it  is  in your minds ,  and the ocapella,  the birds song lifts the rooms from the ground,  and the furniture too close, and spreads them furniture pieces out and around the  corner  of  the  world, and  the  rest  of  our  houses rise, Faux       temperatures dropping,  and darts flying,  daggers add organism, that adds substance, and behavior is good according to a list, contortionist, they always pick the right place  to  stay  in love. I'm  part of a new  kind,  that exists only in love, the other organism, and  then  you  have  to  understand, you  can  also  be  available, interested, but you must be completed  by  your  love.



Monday and worms in the ground.
Moe's tavern, oh LA la, and bubble gum.






Empire yin yang.





|| Azul Acuario
all, one, emerging gesture that earlier recorded Lace,
in larger quality
a set of glass roses
caste equal in size to a rosary ocean that is sometimes felt marbling by in sheets of plastic
turning off to whisper guitar
Funny candy, slowing down a guitar to traffic speed.
spinning spasm aged to gross pauses in the
tape



[xxx]
maybe eats its own plastic bifocals Any slumber may take
aloe Vera
forms into dreaming with Carolina pigeon without wings �"
these old songs without notes, a dream is a Muridae
in a room, in a dream in Muridae in a room, in a cage,
in a room in a dream of a song, and in a tape recording of the Muridae dream
Masonry stations open at the subject
off continual drinking machine poured vitamin C purples
over her vaginal,
felt clocks, leak the skin of the bed cloth.



I took two tablets of vitamin sequence and able bodied forward,
buzzing station of gigantic wax ANGUIS, nearing satisfied, queen information.
Everywhere entered once
on mice foot, shattered elbow roses leaf
through entry, a repetition numbered
evenly. Rescued, etched thief in back




satellite waver, watches clicking cherry yonder roads, asleep, worthy
of an entire month grown, spent and the
weave of electronics �" a fire dice game
watching your face breathing tree light
in an open window, leaning for release. Asleep
again to the numbers elongation, to
tire tracks,
evening (HOMINIDAE hours) and
dropped from tired leather
repose. Worried eyeliner furrow loosely over street lamp illumination for
another candy land game or a witness
The bramble awareness in left side



conclaves // portions of thin momentum

brushed and stacked in the consciousness


within Diptera, crooked houses, stained hours that the VIPERIDAE bottle of cough
syrup reels out �" tabled plastic pointed
out by wands �" the branches turning.
Awareness crinkled doorknob and entry
of switches draped hag fish turning �"
juxtaposed corners like timepiece heaven
dripped from the syrup tongue to the
lathe of painted minutes.
Glass crocodiles marbled forward, horizontal
star beneath curled forever, numerically fused under a paper skyline.

















|| Negro Libra ||
Esmerelda was easy to counterfeit
along brass cherry rows and gold
chain of the wrist in stereo
fore arm, cold
Angelfish, swarms, folding
marbles, over in thirteens to
infant treasure, to load suit in a
fragment, heavenly noted with thistle,



and ink, and reels, ARCHOSAURS every
forbidden angle (left mark indicated)
swept down
thirty iron leg, in the ceiling
This, too is armor for the
fox. SAUROPOD rows. Candle light.
Envelope



Shouts ribbons to numbers
dressed in a winged theropod rosary [ j j j j ]
the same movement whistled at the ceremony,
dithering La Cruz, for we dine
now with the roses, sleeping over so
symbolically beneath the pure
gold �"



horizon twice emptied of the yello w star,
amongst private lunatics the tea kettle and
cups down there, where rest remains �"
exiting �" we are papier, letters of the alphabet,
we are earth again,
entering not afraid to form our minds to bells.





When the prostitute Mary Magdalene tore my paper heart in half
with electric finger nails
I could only remember threaded
howling bar-code winters into perfect lengths/
fog, draped upon buildings.




She Chased me among the rosaries
hung neatly in the suburbs, feeding
feathers to the windows of the houses.






[ ] It tastes better when you
take hair[ ]and rise from the
cables, roomed saddle factory pouring
down Tuesday the twenty fifth to your
pearl and
Jessica
Aves
bathing -- rising through
actors hair. drifting
Thelodonti, Anaspida puddling [ ]
circles �"
album softening �"


















|| Verde Géminis ||
empty pill bottles for the drivers seat,
turn segue
purr from the foam Vixen in our letters
and driving against mask motions �"
Violet bathtub, hair like a lampreys curling
shadows, now pooled in the chicken pot pie,
with the peanut butter moments
dished into one O' clock in the morning

Islands all of the way backwards
except for the beginning of a
sequence, holding library
in my pocket
even the tape player runs backwards
even the soup runs backwards
all dislocated voices will waver in this
shattering of mirror,
shattering of sticks
angiosperms
Diasporas,
forested tides, guitar ocean

Lunch spun on two wheels toward a center.
A pipe organ library and the
singing erodes to satellite
a tonality shattering.
clocks articulation
of the tape
Toads foaming bubblegum
recording of the rooms merge
bells�" sweeping
Mourning doves swirly
to the curvature
on the edge of the cassette
recorder, now part way in that
original, now
and again this will happen,
I believe there is no mistaking it.









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