I have been untied, unloosened, aflutter

at the end of the day

string shadows

he will toss you like a ball into a large country

floating on a perpendicular idea of self

fogging your mindfield

the pillows had no secrets for her but the forks were often chatty

the dead speak of their day in technicolor musings

gossamer wings of flapping sunshine reminding my face of summer

The hands hold a toothy grin

a perfect psychedelic Dionysus landscape

confusion of truth

Iggy Glock took a walk and goaded the ox to kick against the pricks

A radical finding of home

rolled-up under giggling waves

words ran willy nilly in her head

FitzRoy: Cyclonic at first, otherwise southerly, veering southwesterly

the wingless nothingness machine

catawampus

churn-milk peg got a new hoover

the last picture you become

chasing a witless cadence in your smile

Happy and Absurd were out roughhousing in the field before dinner

an accidental warping of space and time

gird your heart against the morbs

the clocks are striking thirteen

seeming indifference of a line

thin thoughts of annihilation

tasty cup of the creature

Obsessio soul village followed by Possesio spirit hutch, chanting, Light the fires!

churning up each little bed time story

Perched

birth of Ouroboros