That’s alright baba.

That’s self-fulfilling
prophesy, I’ve seen it before and occur up close &for
a period of about
2 weeks a year ago it bent
and rubbed right up past against me,
altered my shape as it proclaimed
the sweet productive
ease of nothing.
It’s the thing that’ll make
me what I do.
It’s the glue.
It’s the thing that kills good
and bad,
makes love visible
(Just look!)
it’s the thing that will drive me
mad.
It’s the thing that gives wine its
floating flavour & your neck
that’s acceptance.
Red floats through and circulates and calculates
its bric-a-brac stack & eventual explosion.

Nothing’s for sure,
Nothing’s for sure,
Nothing’s for shore, shure, sure ……………………….(!saw,sore,sour!!)

said the door, ….and the floor, being all slept on and skeptical (and narcoleptical?!)
…………….(Tss living in the city,,, just then a guy was, seemingly quite purposefully, screaming at the top of his lungs outside my window. (!!!) She slept sound I sat sounding it down and out, anyway…)……………………,
but i

do have this ..friend
that said
“I wanna be the
super cool loser, a
fucking mountain mover!”
and so I just said; “Yeah alright, ………………………. that’s alright.”

(We) sow seeds in search for slow vibration
bloodspit, deathsweat only libation