A Line

cooling bright space of warm yellow canary 1960s driers at the spot

cool words with me I’ve come this far along ya better think twice because I’m maybe only just a little nicer than you can be

I’m the decider now

stings

each idea is a break away, a runaway hit

the beauty of an underground movement is its sincerity, contained in small numbers

he said for as long as everyone standing in the line in India is patient it all works out for where everything can get screwed up the culture itself is vastly sophisticated and at peace

and I think twice thrice now talking to you just what is true what is not true and there is no ego about it so whatever harsh thing is said it’s not in interest of sinking you

only I annoy you anyway no matter what is said and I’m driven a little or a lot insane

now or never it is that

get up or die

ya cross a line, you cross a line

I will clank and move and ignore depression

I will fuck a new hole into the side of the watermelon wall of depression, are you two sisters?

I am standing tall
I am standing firm on
new issues to me
I will discuss with anyone
these are all bendable and growing
devoid of ego and attachment
I will put it laymen’s terms
so plenty down to earth folk
can stabilize on analogies

whoever has heart rise up fly up and out and create or just shine bright a bit

think different, as needed