Nailing my Wood, mowing the grass, and making an ass out of myself online, thinking... Layed and pants hemmed,

It be layed when- then, the skies questioning, “Who will be my maiden?” I’m not with a girlfriend or wife, me getting, (Fretting), not layed-then or lagging droopy and saddened at the coming to sum Ho’s in heels, catch feels!

Pretty in the Hues of pink and what remains, what’s scheduled as “Soon” ??? Pudding with a Spoon. Cheap rice. White, quite small picking at the thickened soda—where is it that you’ve spent?

Then into the bellowed blues laying low with winter-time snow and shovels of another

Tabby Tabitha’s template filling a bowl of berries and now, not late, or at night, dreaming of flight

Bungled Jumping on a boogie board with a nose dripped in swatting at the swathing mucuses

Menses and MENSA not to mention the arbitral disintegration, from does to dusk to dawn

Why on URF?

An foreign man and stand-ing upside so brightly drinking iced lemons, the Black fell on’s

I run the ticking talk of yours truly- writing or for your reading bright lingo at the get-go

Do you trust me?

I must be well antiquated when I’m not ever being phallated by any degree, girls I see

And want them so much, to Bless my crotch, all crotchety and crocheting with yards

Years worth of Yarn in the Barn at Butter and crum-bum’s thinking, “When’s Round 2.” ???

*intermission* and enter come into the recess, intersession, inter-section in a hoopty, and swayed climbing iron-clad footprints along the Bahamian beaches, reaching, prodding, and putting-out of “it” extinguished

Exaggerated pulpits on the fritz- so wildly w
ack-a-doo, Hillside Mountain, this is here’s to who?

Do you read me?

Me being “Jeffrey Marquis” aka “Jeff M” my Alias, yeah I have that one of my two attached names 😀 😎