From either side accordingly of a present participle I do mine the " what will they say " things of the mind but without harming others .
On the other hand I scrape the pan bottoms in credenza I put my vertigo on the doorstep I argue in rounds of leg .
I grumble sometimes without a shadow of a doubt but choose my arrows for whom it may concern upside down procrastination .
Time to say I crepe the flouted nature in black I shiver under the downpour and fake company to say little with few traces so as not to rust the future .
What would they say of me half-words circled things at the crossroads of vintage stamps if I offered myself at an accelerated pace in the mirror of the goose step .
" go your way , Nothing to see " .
And if turning back the thinking man is part of the romance there would be on the lintel of my farmhouse these icy words , these words of love :
" stop , take your time , there is everything to see ,enter my cave ear jug and Holy Spirit of my belly in poetry rebel punch apostrophez le patron but never , oh never , do not miss listening to the verbiage of the mice of the place " .
