Dear Hedonline...And her shoes wore down in between De-Vines and His-son
Conceiving and Retreating in the Sauty Desert
MY LITTLE OLD DESERT TOWN
CONCEIVING AND RETREATING IN THE SAUDTY DESERT
Dear Hiddenline
...and her shoes were number nine....
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Isn't that mathematical
as profound
as it is contractual
as might have been contactual
as my own life is factual.
when one =1
I two am blue
for you
His-son's one-
-istic's lore
a conflict fore sure
where the water goes down
on hedonistic sands
on chastity's shores
Passing the egress
to a listfull of-fiscial
an-notateing
an-a-con-quebined column
of perfermed figures
A-born Yesterday Wheneesaw
did
photo
"Graph"
the old flying bat
with a camera in the head
Transgressed from behind
Transgressed from ahead
her photo of Graph
had been turning to lead.
As we were a' lesting
beyond this regression
though Eden
His-son's shortcut
laid stone
of a way
fair to no ladies winds
as too a man's
old chastity
and conquest
corked
in his tinned sins
A sign had pointed the way
"moses we must retreat"
"turn"
The sands of Eden
The son of His-son
a wretched way of wives
water harvested
from the valleys
of Golbal Gobul's
pitiful gobblings
have half a pit-full-mon
in the dork full moon
ashadowed
thought painted-lied
to His-sons' honor
and in his full view
to be
sure 'n 'both'-'ered'
..'n trusted
an'
in thrusting want
"thief, animal!" ("...I lust and pray your return").
and
in a singly pointed
and painted way
as the evil hands of chance
had had her looking the same
"one LHalf-n-in-sight be hard fined in the full dork"
-n-he-retired
thought trusted
'n-all-a-rolled along as Surly
as the via wisiz triafist
arose to sea
an ante dwist
had abyst sparted
h's eddi stwyst
A dewdt playste
his ole editon
of the nile's
nill toiled travel
non-tolled
sistactical tune
of A-Me-assured 'n
A-honored-horror Establublkeetm'n
Tenshakt's
pasts...
an' regresssed
through Eden
into the desert sands
An ole story to be stoled
telled
on
the ole
null paved rusted stroll
It was a boy!
"how'ed she
the old grueled wrench
even guess
from an odds
that
Tome-not-to-be To-bet
conceived?"
howled my ole lead ridden cup
of
this Soul-amans'
mighty boosted
conquered
conned-guest
"Damned fugendstrothenethrenerredd"!!!
"East of Eden"
has'a regressed
pas the stands of the nill"
spoken both Ered
Burnedeboth ends
an' His-sons wife
A'born Yesterday Wheneesaw
If-a Soul-aman's son rises set ..?
"La trieste"...
as greecilly
as the lead
doesth
still flow till today...
never ended
All Kneed to keep
an' lost
un'till
Nined-n-sparred
got a' sole in one:
an' As-an-ass-an'i
laid
overlapped
the fooled
foul-lawned
two placed
unseen His-son
A Soul-amon on the right
A Fouled-lawn-ed on the left
That 'd only
a further distant light
in the dork
known
That...
Hisson overlapped the mark
mistealed to His-son
a'loan
to the ol' wrench
now a leaded tool
to Decembers Remembers'
next line
of Demarkimade's cruelifications
D'poor
full
cornered-peace
n'..assured
n'-quarried
A-Born Yesterday Wheneesaw
an' 'ad
tortured His-son so
as he foul-lowed
the lines
behind
to B-Beride
'n
Me-Be-Red ahead
a-snapped his eaten'd fork in anger
..an' the Photo-graph arose a'sea
an the pained planed image in
the dork
agone
......a'gone a'far
good
for a reflection
alone
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