Sunday, February 8, 2009

Caught

Caught
Caught
Caught
Inviable sitting in the front room not moving not stealing food or even searching in the clothing closets full just waiting for the Sherriff office to come pick me up a fool in sheep’s lining in mye tummy nothing eaten now for days eye search mye mind for reasons now to find the mental illness has progressed to such extant eye move and breathe and walk but seldom need to eat a leper in mye thoughts. The Sherriff was a kind man not given too much thought of punishment once behind the bars the inmates gamboled for mye love. They arrested me for trespass even though eye did no break and enter eye keep telling them the door was open eye can not stay to supper why can’t you just let me stay now here. The County took almost 47 days of life for only a few hours of pretend. The windows of the cabin were so nice the view a myriad of pines. Hills seeming on forever all green with Sumerian vice. Narcissi pools of ice near GOD and clouds were touching ground not meant to be so high in elevated trancheons. Stones being formed from particles eye could see the sand turning into glass and then to sandimants and then to rock. Rocks are alive they are creatures formed of the Spirit of GOD. Eye got caught resting from the labor of looking at the world with foolish thoughts and eyes not yet tuned to the beyond. caught666money666money666money666money666money666monkey666 some rich some poor poor ignored poor taken with theft bereft of property they wept rich spoil the door of poor they crept thieving stealing smiling adding bagging carpetbagging attacking places of the poor ignore the needy poor. Annoying chewing at the edges of the mind taking away the heart of love leaving behind a smeared pile of hate in place of love. Freedom on the tarmac to die. At least to be replaced. People of the masses enter in the stores nothing on the shelves nothing on the walls. Stop stealing and panhandling stop taking and the killing stop. Put the Genie back into the bottle use the cork. Stealing Snow white kisses as eye watch my purple sky flying over me eye weep and hiss and moan and try to cry the tears have turned to stone.

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