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Hey…kid…do you know what you did?

…Something in the way of a geyser like in a cold water well
bubbling and boiling and frothing to steam over the top
and forgetting all about the bucket and can’t make much sense of it all.

Something like sheath of water like silver laterally feeling frantic—just floating in air,
Water dipping in like egg shape, and then cracking egg on water,

Something like a wrench twisting in the old soft tubes but wrenching out and panging,

Something like old die hard war hero’s getting too old to even remember their old
‘glory days’
or even to stay awake for a silly John Wayne remakes, rehash and gurgled up intensity of
old glory days on war,

Something like when boys fear to wear their old boots and fun around rural danger zones,
Something like an injection of lack ink [blank] upshot into those wry old veins of those old men or more like the old feeling of old tedium and grey hairs once black hairs
hangin’ on down on fore tingling like they used to feel before [sensual],
now all they feel like that in their hands numbing old death see-sawing with awe at the
old old folks who shoot pool and eat death to their content, fat old men.

Something like that egg too gooey more like snaking priests succeeding god succeeding
Your own, claiming old own and yours is HIS temple not your own to do as you choose-
for them and by him you are like those vines sleuthing on up those brick walls to
hump and dump the old king and ignore all his majesty’s men and when jigs up to get
you out push the old king down fast like a meteor a sing him his merry poison meteor water

Something like an evil winking pervert eye with great omnipresent imp tones ringing like
sonar from its great, old, perfect, slow, wink!
down and in a little but so big you see it all behind its old foomp!
This eye is immense and something like it is how here:

Something like a wire fence with barbs and singing rust toiled and hard water wrapped
around the modern forehead the fence—about toes, ankles, legs, knees, thigh, hips, belly, back, ribs,
chest, underarms, around arms, elbow and forearms, around fingers and thumbs, neck, nose, scalp, covers mouth, eyes, ears—
The metal fence wire man thinking and expounding energy like that egg in water or like those old men.

I’m all goofballs.
That’s what it is.

Description
Hey…kid…do you know what you did?

…Something in the way of a geyser like in a cold water well
bubbling and boiling and frothing to steam over the top
and forgetting all about the bucket and can’t make much sense of it all.

Something like sheath of water like silver laterally feeling frantic—just floating in air,
Water dipping in like egg shape, and then cracking egg on water,

Something like a wrench twisting in the old soft tubes but wrenching out and panging,

Something like old die hard war hero’s getting too old to even remember their old
‘glory days’
or even to stay awake for a silly John Wayne remakes, rehash and gurgled up intensity of
old glory days on war,

Something like when boys fear to wear their old boots and fun around rural danger zones,
Something like an injection of lack ink [blank] upshot into those wry old veins of those old men or more like the old feeling of old tedium and grey hairs once black hairs
hangin’ on down on fore tingling like they used to feel before [sensual],
now all they feel like that in their hands numbing old death see-sawing with awe at the
old old folks who shoot pool and eat death to their content, fat old men.

Something like that egg too gooey more like snaking priests succeeding god succeeding
Your own, claiming old own and yours is HIS temple not your own to do as you choose-
for them and by him you are like those vines sleuthing on up those brick walls to
hump and dump the old king and ignore all his majesty’s men and when jigs up to get
you out push the old king down fast like a meteor a sing him his merry poison meteor water

Something like an evil winking pervert eye with great omnipresent imp tones ringing like
sonar from its great, old, perfect, slow, wink!
down and in a little but so big you see it all behind its old foomp!
This eye is immense and something like it is how here:

Something like a wire fence with barbs and singing rust toiled and hard water wrapped
around the modern forehead the fence—about toes, ankles, legs, knees, thigh, hips, belly, back, ribs,
chest, underarms, around arms, elbow and forearms, around fingers and thumbs, neck, nose, scalp, covers mouth, eyes, ears—
The metal fence wire man thinking and expounding energy like that egg in water or like those old men.

I’m all goofballs.
That’s what it is.