Do not pass.
Regarding the figures in the branches, deep in the valley.
Separate motives from pleasures, you have lies to live up to.
Donna was an artist, then took a job as a gardener.
Do not move the couch without unplugging the lamps.
It is about time to quit this age of reason.
Lord, baseball can be played any place, in fact, deranged umpires en route.
This is my blood & you are my beloved, my determined face shiny like lard.
You who are firm in your form.
Donna ought not revive squabbles when conspiratorial valor will pass.
Hey, would you?
Prepare for more than the occasional cry.
Losses do not live inside me.
First, glow with caresses & more caresses.
Dollars violently brewed into cups.
A son sins himself to death, while that tambourine player pulls magic tricks from her robe.
My house is too grand for your pity.
True friends evoke the debut of stories from one’s trip to Troy, Michigan.
No boys.
Come with light & come with motion, I mill verse for all the snake’s failures.
Pull into the salon parking lot slowly so they see you before.
Veterans of the most colorful wars, they have nothing left to prove.
It is apparent my treasure is the pendant on the wall.
I will die once I finish this jug of mints.
You do the same with this vase full of lemons.
So much depends upon a brave crawdad in the impending flood.
The traitors detach themselves.
Lazy, loud, agitating, unruly.
Dance with whoever is present, deviants even.
This answer is not supported by professionals.
You who are tired of the mirror.
Speak to the manager, ask about his family, compliment his mustache.
Unphased by surprises, the future of the ear will pass by the future of light.
I’ve carried enough hatred for one person’s enchantment.
A quick demand, a peek into the interior.
I am the man decorating his ceiling with the planets.
Joyful idiot calculating the ravenous dimensions of insects.
Nudity comes pouring out of your cells.
I am biased to the sun’s vision.
Separate the circus from the song.
The point of feet is to enter down into phases of sort.
Commas sicken eternity.
Catch them, wild boys, catch them.
Donna’s novel is back-ordered, her novel is back-ordered & you must wait patiently.
The guitarist teeters even though he abstains.
The one who loves orange jello joins the marching band.
Do not get stranded near the ocean, though still too far to walk to it, to walk into it.
In regards to listening to flowers: let not permission keep you from conversation.
Manic but apparent, you have traveled a long way with a feeling.
Singing is a miracle for secular ears.
I am the age my character was.
My character loudly pretended to have gout.
Intuitively, I am disinterested in dating Donna, prefer my juice alone.
Seasonal temporary work is recommended.
Soothed by rest, a hornets nest tumbles for an encore.
The door is over there behind the memoir section.
Witches without sorcery, etcetera.
Increased affection for the imperceptible sure sounds stable.
Encourage the parents.
No garden is blessed without inspection by the senses.
The female figure behind the tinted window collides with a giraffe.
When the president calls you a dictator, send a crate of red pandas back his way.
Much infinity fits in a second of silence.
To type down the nonstandard Roman numeral for four.
Or four thick lines point down.
You drive a collared priest to CVS for his psych meds & we are deathly invested in how it will turn out.
The laughter hurt my eyes.
The poets concoct new words for ancient feelings & who is going to stop them?
You are not the bulb. You are the light.
I am in love with Donna’s collection of profane letters.
No manikins own a revolver.
Three consecutive cerebral mornings.
Less potatoes helped my exterior rejoin the hope in my interior.
Nothing can replace you, even drinking wine by the case, the loss of your grace reverberates.
Damn kittens keep purring.
I observe lemurs dancing in front of tourists.
You who feel ravaged by delight.
True friends rely on messages carved into trees.
The kind of stuff a magic trout sings about.
Do not pretend to be Jamaican.
Good to contemplate mansions.
Dance till you’re dead & dance a little more.
The nicest hotels have lobbies that greet with pens, in case you need to file a report of a messy palace.
Cranes pass over as I sink my teeth into a tender appetizer.
To prepare the main course & the corpses eat dessert first.
I accept in principle how brave is your hygiene.
The liberty of liquor does not outweigh the alarms that are liberty too.
Wear fur in disastrous little moments.
One must consider the nature the mortal chooses to confer with.
Do not pretend time is a race.
Listen to the idiot storyteller sing of his travels.
A couple trees in view, I make the case to water the garden, make the garden alive with a utility light.
It is you who later regrets, though you remain an artist.
Numerous reasons the sun is red.
Do not be the kind of thief to take the statue & leave the rest.
Without a savior in the picture, one is remissed to present a lazy timbre.
Coffee is too dark to cry into.
The entrance, we have passed the entrance.
You need not rent this place for your funeral.
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