Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups 

that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. 



And often is the case that you have set yourself 

specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and you 

mind is gripped in fear. 



Fear 



I know you’re board, 

Lets take a walk. 

We’ll bring the dog, 



Dear 



Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that’s 

black and futuristic sea creatures that 

nibble at your toe. 



A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a 

patch of white, a path through time 

that’s held like that because you’re board 



Board 



We’re better off, 

Well shake that cough, 

It’s not so bad, 

Ok, it’s worse. 



So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and 

kept up with those you love because the benefits are 

great. 



The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a 

condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto , sans 

secure. 



If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren 

into birthdays into cardinals, and liars. 



Don’t take it off 

Pleases leave it on 

There is a place 

I have a twitch 

There is a moustache 

There is a cap 

There is a wreck 

There is a house, What’s wrong with that