Call of the Wild

Call of the wild We talkspeak and nothing much is said until a bright spore spot spawns and gets a seed for sale—compliant of brotherly love passions filler like dirty socks in a hamper forgotten we keep in tepid touch but do the “tweens” ever meet to justify the ends – need the knot best tied. Sometimes the curtains are pulled and drawn--do you know who what when where we aren’t—and the right manhole cover that will fit, you know when the carpet fibers are all going in the same direction? I keep the faith in plentitudes for lasting hope of a brothermode lust karma where the void is moleculed in semiosis---so words that fret deep are cured in a mindful vocabulary of card-bored achieve- ment. Leave the baggage or at least check it in so the load is light and the trip tarries long but easy. Mute the long differences in and cast the polyester aside--give garbage credit were it’s due and leave the spider nest so well webbed-you owe yourself the un-union dues you’ve paid—garner some objective free fromdom and put yourself in a life so short only true abandon will fit, once it’s gone no matter of factness trying will recov- compensate over empty-end of sentence flounder. When each cheek is continually slapped with lazy dupedity the fuse is up from head battering bleed ins, soulful suicide sacrifices rot the root and close the bloom of the extension umbilical cord—sewer injustice due to lack of love funds account closed—let us break the cyclopattern and re route the threadbare infr- struck sure so reminiscent that we open a new chapter in ripe blood resolutions that shake down the predicted familial foundations and project the unspoken long left unsaids-give us a face slap so the eyes stay clear and the heart sounds pure, simple over the voice wire. Take some needed refuge in my critical solice and rest you fragile frame for a sublime stopover and only keep time with your peace pace, head on straight and no peeking from a shoulder stance of accustomed living burdened. Together we can make a full couple glass, as only the years can evaporate our standard---should the glass become half emptyfull when the poignant pitcher with no handle no bottom lifes pour-less to infect and presuppose a new conjecture on a benign brother whose lost in the shuffle with a badly drawn inverbatim scrabble shelfhand of catlitter consonants-----------------------------------Pass?