mother had been painting...

:::: yeh, it was said expectingly   while not expecting a thing   and he said, 'fear of dreaming'   so he used to, but wasn't used to       he was used too... ...to clean the crooked clocks on the walls.   which wouldn't hold up in tomorrow's storm   from by the way of the barn in the painting   the eerie-eyed one came, . . . . m u m b le d . . .     "mmm, yessss, the calm before the storm." mother had been painting. & pretty soon i was laughing   and eating carambas pretty soon i was languishing and running the numbers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . yes,  yes,  see::: that lovely red mark on your neck and that wonderful birth mark on your side, the left, and back oh, and of course those cute freckles and specks, speckled and freckled along your spine where the masseuse with the mask masqued  in  the masquerade is out of time. . . . . . . . . . . . rhythmic hands to remove::: and slide in to pocketbook gratefuls. like a housewife and her sponges bought from the door to door sellsman     who would die the death of a salesman in-between  where the doors always are::: ::::influence under the said it expectingly. . . . . nostalgic reminisce. ......sloppy rememberance. i'm sure. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 12:41 PM PST   10 • 0