No loose days
Some gain a beauty I can no longer displace it
Look outside nice to see you nice to in to those days now eyes, you see you see you see, they see it, now it goes, I do not look towards it enough , wrong , wrong, it’s the blue , how do you say it with zero , zero, one to be around take talk back , you dress, for pleasure in twos for the same look it is not around us, others see the same
All standing awake, nothing trying to begin thinking about new ideas but I can no longer, want to overwhelm or close off that frown, circles fallen under cold brown eyes now bitter with upset , how this is wrong how one two maybe now it is eight goes off to judge , completely wrong , now see you less and than all at once , small patterns , you see you see you, while I wait for all those where left , gone gone at last I will still listen to noises from boxes and files placed along strange invisible lines toward often well kept squares and begin to loose every bit of myself in those lines, you see you see you see, you see
The wall punching talks to anyone , excites itself with orders and stories to see those unkept divided to go out and remember how to do, those , little little cold face, little little , open mouth , shining now , she lifts a hand up crystal beams fall from the sun , watching how she goes around all day , it had been awhile folding me up to on my lines shouldn’t be watching her as much , smeared in different pinks and reds to say out loud to file green waters and half opened orange tins , if you don’t , sold for 200 dollars a golden price for old water, simply put off to the side of some smaller building, is what , I could not be more disturbed , lost , in this rotting path , this is not that, you see you see you see, look at why don’t you , this is not that , is not that and it is another day it is quiet , you see you see you see
