Written on Paper and Folded in Ink

[two hundred, twenty-twp]

A hiss now, bundled up ahove the smokeline where the ceiling met the sky,
a tongue that licked like black potted mess and tropical tree tenderness,
huffing and puffing, chug and choo, but the chewing was done,
the drinking was up and the plates were down,
drowing in suds, rub a dub-stubble and shaving cream,
the hiss continued down the hallway,
the linens were all put and folded up up and away,
until the evening the beds were made, the hissing came,
the hissing fell it did down and under it creaked
instead,
and the bringing brought it down, the singing sound,
the hopping down hallway mind took the hands of all
and slid through the paybox, the mail slip,
the slips of singers under the carolling moonlit walkway light,
it begged a while the sound it curled on crippled knees and chopped notes,
what a fluttering, but the inside was warm and smooth,
and the smells were deep, like oak under the feet,
shuffling, scuffling, downright buffling brown nosed cream down the cracks,
the steam billowed the pickled pillows down from the linen liking locks,
closet doors and trucks toppled truffling tocks, tick and tock,
;round the clock the illness begged and sniffled in the corner by the chair,
and the locks of hair fell flowing as sunrise moved further on,
bitten lips and biting shark ship flowering shows, what was it what was it knows,
it knows the floor the crooked hall,
the itching hiss,
the steaming call,
the tortured underbellied screams,
of locked up dropped up choking checking dreams,
dreams? Dreams.


focus: spoking speaking choking dreaming outloud

Jeess :]