Not sure why, but most of my impurity originates from the middle of the couch, where soft cushions bounce firm-appearances harmonize for the zippered gap-a genie’s cigar and a puppet’s bazaar- reverted confection -the unusually plump and usually damp. An impaled response is nervy when twin hitched to the vented side of a jailer’s map, the remission of the stuttering sequence-rattling and flexuous-spreading skin and teething muscle, hovering over the graveyard of oily socks, walking crumbs and the journaled promises of a flincher- to grease up the matches or whittle the judge’s gavel-the alley tilts safely in the back. By way of a lemon’s spray, spines touch down with tarots in tandem, aura avantgarde, sash of simultaneity, who earns the praise and who claims the rainbow? Polar bears battling the jagged seas while resting upon the purest land known to the slumbering stars. There is a swallowing need for desperation, for unhealthy art. Unhappy rebels find stripped spacing, producing false prophets and horizontal drops of tempered muse. Claims wrapping the city blocks of lumpy adventure and garnished heirlooms masquerading as the dust that climbs the walls, sweeping the high sides of the scarred cabals, tidal hope racing evolutionary dues. I would not enjoy the job, if the payout was any less therapeutic. The inevitability of leaping pads picking at the chords, moving the fabric tightly together, the pathway to a land whose melodies move the steeples-from scarves to sea. Equal parts moth and me. Trust the wind as it picks up, the tiniest of wings, the tightest of hope for poem and palm. As the rain falls, so goes the green balm, in the fresh smell, all roads visible and embryonic, emergence is evaporation, just as escape is a dash that is soaked inside a patch of unabsorbed cologne. Off the loan, exodus to excess, carrying the message of impunity-it is a divine journey to be seasonal and sad, just as the foam recedes to the apolster’s hand. Misplacing comfort amidst colored numbers and logic that careens-salvation earned is camouflage properly leant, topped by the velvet charm and the errancy of the dancing mourn-penitent by way of a soggy gift. Ply a simple trade for laughter, rubbing the dented lamp for seductive slander, let the jubilee table the seeds for remander-a vacuum can be a lover or a rift.