When the wind blows in my wind chimes
ithink about stealing macaroni with force of the lead in the winded race
i live as though i frown upon the buzz of a mediocre love sail.

smartass

Art is Beautiful Art.

resonance.

no
I like what you wrote

Im referring to your screen name

While searching for the loss of a lonesome fish
i find the frame sounds as maudlin as foundations of a deeper rock
the bosom of neutrality behooves the demonization of rational thought.

I would frown upon a mediocre love sail
especially if you have experienced resonance
like a wind chime

My fixation on the fresh result founded upon the realization of a forgotten tool
often requires the examination of the
soundboard quality screeching in
the souls of the
upside down folks created
with the sole purpose of feeding
the minds and hearts of horse hung
original smiles.

your starting to sound like johnny america

rigid archetypes beget the
thoughts of unsatisfied brethern
smoldering amoungst the street wise
hoodlums of an undeserving proletariat.

i like that better

rehash the summer vivid smooth
leaving opportunity beneath the reheated moments
caused upon the spade in a flurry of fitful irony
in its wake remains the superfluous fraternity.