DEAR HIDDENLINE - AND HER SHOES WERE NUMBER NINE

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 fugendstrothenethdtrenerredd"!!!
"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-e'd on the left
That 'd only
a further distant light
in the dork
known

That...

Foul-lawn-e'd 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

write when

Hungary Had-a-Litle
seeking ahead
got
agone on-de-fortuned
de-livered wench...?

and

instead of birth
on the desert-ed plain plan...

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

an-a-snapped his eaten'd fork
in anger
..an' the photo Graph arose a'sea
an the pained planned image in
the dork
agone
.... a'far
an be..reathed

all that remain...
a reflection....
..a-loan...

As-a sole
one birth
of
a'-new
an-a ole
an-a-dis-quieted
be-reathing
air

An' all 'ad 'ad
an-a-ventured
passed