4th, forever unfinished.

Then,

          there,
          here and now and fall is all of a sudden rain.
                       Air to new air and poesy is dead.
          A bridge careens in a flood of May,
          when many a Mayhap blossoms to kite
          small prayers over a river.

          Run, water will pray never stop.
          Wet yet swift, does the lining of a rinse cloud
          drop. A day caught in turbine flux.
          It is love o' clock and the world has to go.
                         Sun set in low brevississimo,
          as birdeyes wailed into a color dead east.
          Water and water will drown but an isle, lopped from earth's memory bottom to head.
          We go on elsewhere. The raft still rotting and us,
          uncertain on a flush piercing of red ingots of noise.
          The gulf bent quarreling with a mad wind in a bedlam beguiling dead to the dead.
          Water and water black and black overlap
          up, up and forever wash.
          Verse me a world and we will reverse
          to some other thing, life is rinse and rehearse.

You'll rot easy on both sides as a metaphor: no martyr dies to name similars in things.
A words is high heresy, innuendo to joke, is a box of love is a box full of blood.
Kill it. Then lower meter into the yard, vowels mewl in small agony:
A bird in single paradise until man sang its threnody.
                                    Wren wran werther,
                                    across the appalachian sea.
                                    Is death is the word what's worth in itself.

                                                        (O' Icon, what the hell do i mean?
                                                        Quem cavalo, quem cavalga?)
          Snowmen, snowmen everywhere.
          But not where we live. Sad, isn't it?

          While megalomachina has a brief lemonade evening
          sulking in an orange lagoon of sun, while the hour
          is simmering, when time i---------
          They will know most particulars and come slowly to hate them.
                                      Polite, quick to quip and dapper.
                                   Tea dip crumbling crisps and natter.

          Meantime, leave me to whom a poet has created in me
                    and made us sad and cry and alone, let the
                    waterworks gush, chiseled me out of stone.
          (Never so much have i seen a river,
          never an ocean, cashmere nor basmalah.)

                                                             _________________________               (say can you still see)
                 wait, what's that noise?                    |                         ago!           O O O
                 it's... hmm.                                |                      one in a house    O O
          is it raining?                                     |                      with two too many O
                                                             |                expel                  cage him!
          jesus christ, are you kidding me?                  |                expel     ! ! !        beat him down!
          it hasn't rained here since 1973.                  |                #xpel     where?       kick him around!
                        oh wow. woah. it's pouring out 'ere! |                &^$*l                  mud and sour.
                        woahhaahoa! christ almighty! lookit! |                      WITHSTAND/ we are a bit sorry.
                                                             |                             |
          Jason? JASON?! JASON                               |                             |
                        *yawns* [FUCK I'M COMMING i swear right-hand to god that i-- WOAH WHAT'S HAP'N EHH]
          JASON YOU SINNER YOU IRREDEMABLE PIECE OF SHIT YOU OBLONG SCHLONG WHO'S GOT FUCKALL WRONG IT'S FUCKING RAINING OUTSIDE
                                                             |                             |
                                [OH MY JESUS OH HOLY SPIRIT CROSS ME HEART YOU GOTTA TELL THE NEIGHBORHOOD]
          TELL MARY TELL THE REVEREND TELL    OH HOLY        |                             |  NEIGHBORHOOD THE WONDERFUL OH IT'S
          JOLLY MCFOLLY TELL DR. WINTERHUG     OH HOLY       |                             |  THE GREATEST FOOCKING NEIGHBORHOOD
          TELL THE WHORE WITH FIFTY BABIES      OH HOLY      |                             |  EVERYONE HAS FOLDING CHAIRS SMEGMA
          TELL A SPUD FROM OUR CIPHER TELL       OH HOLY     |                             |  MINI FRIDGES IMMUTABLE DARKHOOD OF
          THE PARENTHESES MAN TELL MC PISS        OH HOLY    |                             |  THROWNNESS INTO THE WORLD FOURTEEN
          TELL THE TOURETTE FAMILY TELL ME         OH HOLY   |                             |  DECKS OF CARDS ALL PROFANITIES THE
          JUST WHAT THE SWEARS IS GOING ON          OH HOLY  |                             |  DEVIL KNOWS ABOUT AND DOESN'T KNOW
                                [FUCK YOU I'M GON' DO A BARMITZVAH OR WHATCHAMACALLEM, WHERE ME JEWS AT'UM]
          JASON YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT            (A BARMITZVAH!)                     |      ______________________________
          well then i guess it's up to me                    |                             |      |                            |
                                [WHERE MY KEG O' RUM AT]     |                             |     /| i must die before i finish |
          ___________________________________              fffffff ooh ooooh ah ah aaaaaaaaiiiiii | whose odyssey of imperfect |
          |                                 |                |       oh jesus it's cold    |   /  | triffle happenings crashes |
          | yes, all my cutlery is wireless |                |   splash                splash /   | out of it a new order must |
          | it's a symptom of my love, some |                |                   *knock*   | /    | tear soul into twosomeness |
          | joyful noise. will be back in a |                |                             |/     |____________________________|
          | jiferoo, my lil sexy whisperoo. | MARY           |                             /
          | i'm going to seed my elasticity |                |         ye/high almighty im dripping wet like a ripe pussy soaked
          | all over those tragically lithe | MARY DRESS UP  |         (                 /
          | thighs yea make me skip abandon |                |         no/i should've bought an umbrella a month ago i just knew
          | after yr guzzling my white cums | MARY ITS RAINING DOGS                    /
          | maybe then you'll cry precious, |                |         ok/wow you have a scrumptious little whore ass there mary
          | yummy music on the vweeoola cry | MARY IS THAT CHARDONNAY                /
          | boohoo i'm a slut bloody boohoo | MARY           |                      /
          |_________________________________| oh well        |                     /
                                            \                |                    /
                          fwut fwutt splash  \               |                   /
                          weeeeeeeww splush   \              |                  /
                          fwop fwopp squirm    \         ____|_________________/________
                                                \        |                             |
                                                 \       | THE REVEREND HELLO REVEREND |
                                                  \      | HELLO SINNER DO YOU REQUIRE | lightening is being tossed behind the storm
                                                   \     | REDEMPTION OR SOMETHING NOW | and it bothers me
                                                    \    | 'CAUSE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF | in the year nineteen fifty hmm
                                                     \   | NO NOT REALLY MY HOMBRE BUT |
                                                      \  | JUST LIKE WOW WILL YOU JUST |
                                                       \ | LOOK OUTSIDE I SEE YES WELL |
                                                        \| GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS YEA |
                                                         | I'LL WAIT UNTIL NEXT SUNDAY |
                                                         | TO HEAR YOUR SPIEL OLD MAN. |
                                                         | god bless,                  |
                                                         | amen,                       |
                                                         | 123 heaven boulevard        |
                                                         | et cetera quadrant, space   |
                                                         | [return: deceased]          |
                                                         |_____________________________|



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                        i need release.
                        multiple release,
                        from the village in my mind into a schizopossible bricolage.
                        tip the tower, nudge its brother.
                        we will return shortly. keep your head up.