Let Us Type Whatever I Can Think Of

 Oh wow cool. Get to do every word. I mean Capitalise.

I just saw Johnny Cash performing Man in Black for the first time. What a wonder to behold, to cherish, to crave, to clasp, to Call... upon,,,

I guess. I cannot type what I think. It is too much and too much that is not Language or even accessible to anyone else...

Or even to my own awareness, my reflection on my own thoughts. It may not ever be possible.

 I do not know.

I do not mean Most of it

How does a flying Cow sign his name sincerely?

A dirt bluegreen cloud shits the float on the carrot town's opalbrown river, shade is for the shallow idiots, let us all Be rainbows . . . . - Foregiveness

I know it, Certainly. But how certain? Is it you're new and indifferent, the gay sky of All the Creation and He and They giving All of Us to Ourselves, They are Practically everything, Pragmatic for the son.

It Must Be Done

One of them is always done. One of us, looking out the grey wooden window, glass in our eye, how childish we realise we have almost always been

Except the Light

For ever we deliver

At home, a growth besieges a liver or a Dier or A beautiful imminent Death

Around the corner, a brick a stone

A step a lonely life Will take.

Just remember Me

I like you

for what you do

and Think....

the End.