She's a shy and snide spider, Pie Eyed saucers, and tried to taste I'm locked out of my www.jeffreymarquis.com with loads of great prose/poetry, A- Worcester State University in "Poetry II"

To simply sizzle swifty ’n’ sweet Heather wearing pin-prick poker to be Quoted and at the time, of day and of OR snuggle-ing sugar, nitey-night—your best bet, be it bereft of candy kindness, stupendous and snuffed point erasers, catching the restaurant’s Capers—with no mention of disheveled and used-up young Pups—to be Hushed—Hammerhead financial Whales—my TEN BITCOIN WALLETS—seeing something maybe hovering, oh my- it’s all over the sky, and seen on Radar or VG-2 protection, detected but dissoluted—America’s soldiers to be Saluted, sugar mitts, stormy weather life an upper-side skies-side comiong on-screen TO A KINDLE NEAR YOU-est the King with a comptemplation about Egyptian “temples” teetering off’d the spun Subaru I had, and Fast, 2004 brand new vehicle, I worked at GNC—not in a Cubicle at a bountiful plastics business, owned by my Dad, Great Wayne, never too, too “Strained” for broccoli greens, seen by the kitchen counter, next to the sink, Dawn removing the stink of remnants of meals—all for used, all for you, through and through of not only online within my Insurance being so high-priced nice ’n’ diced with a dimmered voice and couch and vouch-er for a few dollars to be used, to be beneficial and proven nearly priceless, that’s BEYOND COST!

The Sold Gold that’s SOLID so somed peepers peeped at my wearing very much valuables each, but not on the beach—I’ve always taken off my jewelry at the beach, for suns tanning rays—turned all red to itch, but there’s an Aloe kind of catch, tanning at the Salon, with no clothes on, being nude and buns back-side scorching—sipping Scotch Tape, Copy & Pasted—soufflé scattered at the Gold’s Gym—45 lb. plate pushed upward, so now do it backward, haggard Haggerty Road near home, dancing on the throne, limp-wristed hand to shake it with your $$,$$$,$$$ they say to me, all to be, Investor me, I am an American Taxpayer, giving the Gov. a big financial GIFT of gargantuan glee and geeking out in Space, sickly sticking tree SAP (secondary-audio programming) to be fused and obtusely big-bellied, bodacious but obese—overweight?  So say the least as not to perturb the HEAVY and so now onto the Industries and a previous Design

Do I dilute the design?—whenso it’s all MINE and of my MIND:

SOBER 2016 with not a single sip of a swindled, sip of liquor 3 or 4 years, alacratic subway tasks of taught a big fat Rat to take the cheese—on the bee’s knees (“Infinite Velocity”)—seemingly swaying and get-go to the hand-shaking—to shake hands—but not the junkies with their drugs and shaking hands, shaking limbs, tickered hearts plotted out for a course of a Kurt shopping for curtains—yes sir, Papi thee, The Father—without achy joints of the corporeal physical being, who cares about the well-said sniffing of Paprika sweet ’n’ slender gifted Ginger sprouts while I’ve caught a few trout in, where but a river (goes wild!) or Field & Stream, cometh a Camper—already mentioned, to eat- The Capers best part, best bit, best Bite of Alfredo cuisine, some and such of the European menu items, paltry maybe, found in the Kitchen PANTRY, parting the Red Sea???

It was simply the Ocean’s Tides, a coincidence—it didn’t save Jesus Christ!  (do I write so nice, not being “bland” like white rice )