fantastic!!!! it's buble
I can't say that I was much asleep, but I just made myself comfortable and had warmed up the sheets enough so my feet weren't rubbing up against the back of my calves. I awoke, suprisingly, to what I thought, at first, was another party up the street, but rather the cry of the coyote. Mr. Locale! Where have u bin. I have never seen u in the daytime, only the glow from my cell phone in your eyes as I light the path while walking my dog at night. I freeze stutter when lying to a girlfriend when she already knows the truth. Mouth not quite dry, but twisted as they say. A rush, hearing the high pitched cry into the dead of night, countered by its ever peaceful isolation. Just thinking of a beast trap in suburbia. Like a human traped in the wild. I want to put the two together and we shall meet. Collossus encounter. Not the suspense to nail bite, but anxious to become free from warm sheets. And free from heaven and dependence. Free to be strucken by natures pain.
I wan to stroke the fur on the k-9's back. Look into its eyes and flare my nostril and look interested. Accept me into your domain. Cry together. Shopping binges and thrift stores. Gone. 40oz slurpees and energy drink collections. Gone. Concerts and pits. Gone. Cars and stereos. Gone. Pellet Guns and 24/7 hunting sprees for small game in your backyard. TWISTED. Twisted like Bill Murray caddying for the Lama: "Gunga Galunga.".....A night cry. I'll sleep in a bit. But why not stay awake a little bit longer to see what I can hear. Funny, Whenever I have time to think I usually think about frustrating things. The past, unfinished busines. Business to come...anticipation. Hopes and Dreams. Women and Songs. But when that Cry starts, the only thoughts in between vocular fantasticness, is when will I hear it again. It goes away. The thoughts are cleared.
Another place of heaven. There peaceful thoughts u take to places, and peaceful places u take thoughts. But which is this?.....
I wan to stroke the fur on the k-9's back. Look into its eyes and flare my nostril and look interested. Accept me into your domain. Cry together. Shopping binges and thrift stores. Gone. 40oz slurpees and energy drink collections. Gone. Concerts and pits. Gone. Cars and stereos. Gone. Pellet Guns and 24/7 hunting sprees for small game in your backyard. TWISTED. Twisted like Bill Murray caddying for the Lama: "Gunga Galunga.".....A night cry. I'll sleep in a bit. But why not stay awake a little bit longer to see what I can hear. Funny, Whenever I have time to think I usually think about frustrating things. The past, unfinished busines. Business to come...anticipation. Hopes and Dreams. Women and Songs. But when that Cry starts, the only thoughts in between vocular fantasticness, is when will I hear it again. It goes away. The thoughts are cleared.
Another place of heaven. There peaceful thoughts u take to places, and peaceful places u take thoughts. But which is this?.....