I have breathed

I have breathed seven hundred and four times this week. One hundred times a day, and some. I have punctuated each breath with a hic or a cup, and in each cup I have deposited a stone. I have invited soldiers to dine here
    .... √\/\/\ ....
    ARE WE GETTING THROUGH?

On horseback I desperately rode for five days, clutching a shit encrusted bat in each hand. They chirruped like crickets.

I am riding the dung line. I've not slept for days. Those pathetic buffoons, the Tomlin brothers, are over there among the greens, spitting out their vile invective, and I wish they were dead; that I could throw them overboard and be done with them, but I cannot. They are stuck there, as I am stuck here. There have never been fears that you could deny or pass away as only
Some of us would cry
Because the earth we see
Is not the blossom we
Would hold between our teeth
That leads us through the
Den of dragons
Smarting
Dolcelatta
You heard that

The power of the crush

"I am gripped by the needs of barbarous hands, am spun around, until blood has formed my new skin".

There’s a cat who lives in fuzzy whispers
Hucker down, Hucker down
A cat that eats just mushroom fritters
In the lo∪ong grass

"I rue the barbed and narrow minded gesture whose conclusion leads me to believe I don't belong".

Fire out of the eardrums. Fire out of the heart. Fire out of the nostrils. What kind of beast inhabits these dreams? I'll give you solitaire. I'm being bullied into shape, by god knows what? Outside, I see limping horses, a shadow ranging over land. A shadow in the shape of a bow tie, upon a crisp white shirt that lends the eyes a seal of governance. I have been awoken before by this bellowing. The whole house groans. I've waited for sieges of rats to enter this pantry and tear from the tips of the fingers the light that is used to ensnare the people of Main. A light called money.

Here is a lake. The water is quite still. I must lay here and breathe.

"I have a polite request."
"You do, what's that?"
"Poop."
"That's not polite."
"I said it politely."
"I can't."
"Why not? You know that when you poop your words smell like butter jam."
"Only the long ones."
"The long words are the last words."
"You are the exit."

Under the microscope I would be gone.