Goalie- Fussy Walks- 13

Strangers make you follow the glares towards home. You know who you are committing treason against with your truancy. To mask the Robyn Hood. You can abett your boredom for a loan of the iron scales at high temperatures. The sophisticated strap bog in our weak retaliation. I'll admit I have a bad taste in my mouth.

Losing good sleep. Our chill pill cast about The Boondocks in the willow trees. Tapping my foot waiting for an S.O.S. by the window, with a picture in my head. Hoping this head ache goes away. In a shed, beside a spit bucket. I think- it's a small world, if I don't panic I'm tapping out. Then I get a shock.

Sucking my thumb its a good source of moisture when you need to spit out the truth. I'm scared of the word; kinda when I'm in deep. Who would you lock- arms with? I'm like an ace; being ambushed.
I'd be my own lawyer in court.

The atmosphere is completely sensitive. Why do the baby birds get abandoned if they come in contact with humans? Squawk being over protective, because you can't always get a ride.
Pinky- Swear.

You can watch me surrender, to crawling across the finish- line. For the music will sing in both worlds. Whether you think you are living, or whether you think you are dying.






With A T- rex; skipping; a yo from the unscathed. Saying thank you please come again, Dad. Hoping to make it up to me, when he runs away, to live, in the wilderness is quite abnormal.
 
When I miss a hug I use a sling shot. Wrapping around each others shoulders.

 Random; firsts- bring glory for both of us, with enough love. When we're good at taking leaps- of- faith. The horse shoe of my dads head is watching over me.  He's tough to beat. Looking like a smiling pirate.


If my mid- life crisis is like Homer Simpson, I will try to not be; the monkey see monkey do type. I'm just going to be really hard on myself. I know your not a coward. Well I'm not fully licensed.
 Makes for quite the cozy P.M.

 Dad's not a domesticated sheep, hes got his arms crossed, and hes pointing the finger at himself, lifting the bowl to me, I got to live not just survive. Eating ice cream with a baby spoon.

Melting from the shine of the window. What kind of referee would I be looking for a maid. You were a veteran to me.
So I'm going to go on- until all I can do is peck.

 Making Elmer Fudd- look good stretching his legs. Be very, very, quiet. I'll tell you, a cramp hurts. Someone might let him escape with a barrel. I'm seeing doubles. Some times you lose. I'm touched.

I should publish a picture book called fussy walks. Some times I dance like I'm riding a wheel chair. I run over a trail saying look at you go. Filling spaces with an I was so young. While one means all, flares and snarls are coming when I do sit- ups in a fairy- ring,
thinking about angels, and touching a do not disturb sign.

Ratio me trying- verses naive; me. On the inside scoop perseverance: took hold of the sleeping pirate; with disintegrated logo's, and shaking fists. Chained nods for all involved. Mm bop pronounced when burping. Wondering who the first to say ''eh'' was. puffing when wanting to sleep but are awake. So wait for a telegram thinking aging couldn't look worse. So a tan was meant to come by from getting a six pack.

He may need some super fruit like Aronia to keep competing against a secret admirer stubbornly. Hang in there Daddy.

I'm not cut out for a mine. That isn't treated like diamond in the rough.

  I ain't shooting unless its duck hunt, towards the sky. I'll create it with my ''whats a matter with you ''crabby hands. I'm a hit. Don't miss a trainer; because all day I trip. To legit my dues is: eager.  

I bust hips. Milk an outline, shrug when you tell me it ain't finished yet. We're going to have to get along because I don't give any cheap shots. But I'am learning freedom of speech over again.

Who's in charge? From the I follow you no matter what s- to the sarcasm that is; a new word for old- tears. 

  Its easier to acknowledge whats going to go. The expiry date says so. If I miss my dead- line I get sick. The hospital is always right down the street.

Running after gladiators: hustling' over rocks. Pouncing, looking like I'm crawling, with pink tails; and Elvis Presley- lips and the Brama Bull- eye brows. In the Under- Ground. I call myself bound!

You can hear; echos from miles- away. Being mobile: by a string isn't unfamiliar. Unable too quarantine the circled hoops of commission. Word of mouth verses advertising. I don't know where I'd be without Mother Nature.

 I'm a dreamer. I see blue through my blonde hair waving across my face. I'm like hanging from a cloud. Name me airy. I have an air about me. I'm airborne, and come in waves.

So although I look like I'm jumping in a burlap bag. Realizing I may be in this alone, and it might not be a matter of not knowing what happened. But not knowing where my Dad is.
 Playing- your weaknesses to make them stronger. Sometimes there are errors in the margin.

The headless whore's are wondering if 
halloween can ever seem hollow. Or if I can participate in a trick or treat for: All The Saints!

If I'm asked what I'm already doing it while I'm doing it do I lose my credit? If I hold onto treasure and not squander it, will it be saved for the next generation?

Finder's Keepers got me going like a metal detector. Not confiscating your tools, just love a home that's not scared to be used.

Get a  tri- hawk, clench your cheeks together and consider today a gift.

Instead of looks saying ''because'' a question mark I'm sending a reminder to myself saying, something dumb with a semi colon. Who doesn't know what I think about being the matador to risk taker's on their graveyard shift? Everybody but the eccentric.

I don't want to be on the shelf next.  Distorting the light of reality. So when you turn the page make sure your not dreaming. Tweaking the awol. Understanding why you need to wake me up.