Sunday, February 8, 2009

Caught


Caught


Inviable
sitting in the front room not moving not stealing food or even
searching in the clothing closets full just waiting for the Sherriff
office to come pick me up a fool in sheep’s lining in mye tummy
nothing eaten now for days eye search mye mind for reasons now to
find the mental illness has progressed to such extant eye move and
breathe and walk but seldom need to eat a leper in mye thoughts. The
Sherriff was a kind man not given too much thought of punishment once
behind the bars the inmates gamboled for mye love. They arrested me
for trespass even though eye did no break and enter eye keep telling
them the door was open eye can not stay to supper why can’t you
just let me stay now here. The County took almost 47 days of life for
only a few hours of pretend. The windows of the cabin were so nice
the view a myriad of pines. Hills seeming on forever all green with
Sumerian vice. Narcissi pools of ice near GOD and clouds were
touching ground not meant to be so high in elevated trancheons.
Stones being formed from particles eye could see the sand turning
into glass and then to sandimants and then to rock. Rocks are alive
they are creatures formed of the Spirit of GOD. Eye got caught
resting from the labor of looking at the world with foolish thoughts
and eyes not yet tuned to the beyond.
caught666money666money666money666money666money666monkey666 some rich
some poor poor ignored poor taken with theft bereft of property they
wept rich spoil the door of poor they crept thieving stealing smiling
adding bagging carpetbagging attacking places of the poor ignore the
needy poor. Annoying chewing at the edges of the mind taking away the
heart of love leaving behind a smeared pile of hate in place of love.
Freedom on the tarmac to die. At least to be replaced. People of the
masses enter in the stores nothing on the shelves nothing on the
walls. Stop stealing and panhandling stop taking and the killing
stop. Put the Genie back into the bottle use the cork. Stealing Snow
white kisses as eye watch my purple sky flying over me eye weep and
hiss and moan and try to cry the tears have turned to stone.



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