Another experiment with freestyle nonsense. If you think that nonsense cannot be beautiful, this poem is not for you.

You will suffer immortality for challenging reality although I find it funny how acquiring money can turn rainy days sunny when I see a bug crawling I think of the incandescent sprawling of stars and the headlights of cars and the lids of jars remain closed and this dress retains its bows but the wind knows it blows endlessly spend this three decades disguising the facades to appear not there so no one there will see it there so your hair will curl and furl and twirl like Albert Einstein’s distinctive hindsight is important for living and potent in giving your love

Makes me high

Makes me fly

Makes me cry

Makes me die

Forevermore this sore will bore me and my peers have similar fears of dying is an underlying presence in life makes me sick to my stomach has a tick intelligent enough to ponder if yonder there is an afterlife is overrated knives are serrated and outdated human beings keel over and kneel over as if in prayer echoes through this house has mold is old and haunted ghosts are taunted by hags dispense rags are dirty hopes and dreams burst at the seams and hems of gems sparkle and sparkle and sparkle and live lifeless outlived life

Is long

Is strong

A song

Is overturned rocks are yearned in the dim moonlight a frightful fighting flight in time will chiming for questioning muscle toning is hard for some but oh to be or not to before you go and die in whatever way another day will come and then some more if you will you will you will he please appease that teasing animals is barbaric barbarians have ugly librarians are smart people have heart is slowing…slowing….slowing…..showing now a spotless cow tipping is accepted

But why?

Because I.

Smile.

Constructive criticism is accepted freely. Harsh constructed criticism is accepted openly. Flames are ignored.