All Over the Place

to everyone's burdens presently! 

Except Groom’s, a steady-state-

drunk laughing this newest farce 

away. Both tribes despair

at the ludicrous match, fret

fate of Clans' staid bourgeois

reputations when kids erratically born? 

So what? Life, itself, struggles

regardless. "Big Deal!" tee-

totales she between his un-

conscionable belts of crap-booze: 

Endless Loop! 

Yeah, but our Bride smells nice still! 

Meantime Groom-Souse drops vile 

poop, proclaiming the grunting-while

his muddled stores of bitterly disagreeing knowledge as the only way to begin getting anywhere in learned discourse. For answer, she 

giggles here and there as to him as 

“#1 sexy bastard going!” (referencing 

those few times he’s half-sober…

or brutally hungover.)

They’ve bought motorcycle!

She, only, drives for he's

forever fogged when plotting

to seek a license.

But and a MUST! She’s only happy In CONTROL. That never, ever, has 

changed. Nor will. 

Uh, True Love, then, knows more

then it lets on? That awfully Weird, 

Yes?

Nope. Is what is...just is!

That's all.

Tonight highlights 

the requisite

number of players, 9,

attempting to re-

semble themselves 

being roles. It's 

give&take,

feel&fake. 

An interview post-

abstracted error proves

vaguely contrite.

(Thence to tart selves

beside these.)

Fans go insane, leap electric-

ally at clearer happenings.

A loud drive off the bat

cannot be snared, departs,

thus, the demarcated field.

This proves noisier yet for 

your fortunate team. Poor

for the other bunch, gimlet-

ing overlong as haughty gesture 

of futility. & so what 

do YOU do?

Fraud with More Rules?

& which takes greater

time?...if anything

does, to drop thee 

of any proper absence 

feigning authenticity.

Anyway, forget present 

for timing’s precedent,

the replay coming

so very simply,

before itself. Its nice pre-

cision surpassing

the original, just, for

Science maintains Hence

as Must. Of course,

any awakening fits.

Brill Hops finally

makes  good on

his threat to leave 

the city’s doctors

for West Virginia’s

mountains. Granny

Woman comes thrice

weekly, grinds herbs

and washes his clothes

in icy streams.

She vetoes 

right away his 

wearing thickesh

underpants that trap pee 

against the skin. He’s 

to air out of mornings, 

walking naked through

nearby woods. And 

when cold or snow-

y did he rush! 

(Of course, after 

any school bus.)

One white-dapple day, as

he rested on a rock to catch

his breath, Mr Death

arrives before chipmunks. Then, 

Ranger-pair from Pipestem.

Welllll, Brill warned BEFORE this

by Darkness.

Lady Black Bear of 

his acquaintance.