having been blue for charity: a travel log
 later at the precise time never-never  skip-skip - in hand never more / down 
 the mountain with zero say can u new  . . . . . . .  . 

    right there -    dragged  in as a vicious transparency -    toying with 
an assumed ideal  (traaa la. traaa la.)  which was momentarily shut down  in a 
webbing ten billion years long  - for told in the Lily Dale night-n-day. (traaa 
la. traaa la.)


         screaming pure sensation: "you will loop and dance, never be 
translated, delayed if need be, raw material from a sold out carcass. "i"  am 
sutopsychophysical  with reinforcements . . . you are  nothing  but diagnosis."


         this is where broken glass remnants & defiled fruit-in-a-tree  reveal a 
pattern - echoes stomping - "boots, boots, boots, boots" on demand,  histories 
unapproachable glimpses, front porch similes.   on and on it went . . .  a 
nightmare in slow motion segregation with an extra sticky sauce for the 
barbecue.  as the hideous montage walked by and keep walking by .... a million 
more walked by and keep walking by.... (traaa la. traaa la.)
      
kari edwards