Erase Two

Braiding lines in triple time,

release the bounds of taste.

Experience the spacial place,

food does not replace.

Thoughtful write, wrought-full wrong.

Turns do retrace, 

return to me, frightened see?

The Universal Race.

Synapse; Light; Years of Rage.

I do not like this way.

Paint was in, now about,

streaming second base.

Structured thought,

rough in edge,

I'm getting better in my head.

Erase!!

Pencil sharp,

leaded pen,

black or white, red or blue.

Baiting hooks,

with knots and doom.

Erase!!

Oh wait; No eraser head.

All is well in ink and qwill,

go and right the wrongs in will,

better yet be not enraged

in wellness sight.

Just say "Right, I'm not uptight".

K.A.P.

5/19/2009