The feeling of a tall strait tree trunk breaking in half

A spinal cord pressurized in the concrete floor

As it dries completely over 24 hours. 

I lie in, the semi-fancy ruffled Paris Guest bed

A fat silk worm, 200 pounds of wriggling food

A week's worth of flesh

Bodies angle for a catch

Our waters are not deep enough yet

The misleading serene surface of the lake

A nylon line, String, steel hook, shining morning sun, boldly overheating, tangled and frustrated beyond recognition or Breath, Wasted these moments

Unsatisfying

What have We

What Do we

An overlooked forest of reddish brown disgust

In a trial period rust on the brain, happy friend

Take them outback and set them 

To the path towards Gregory eternal 

Bones correct, never a pain, Heaven's at home

However, I meant what now

I mean.

Does it justice?

The meanings Them selfs . . . .

The bloods of sum Innocent Men

The Whites of my "best friend sin"

So Me, so me.