Push-n-pull in the slivers of light fracking water / I will have to cede myself to this / archaic junction of peoples / with an s / and truly most of those people are thoughts / to myself / of myself.
The Kingdom can be a nasty place to find yourself / with an untrained hand / a painter friend finds he is less talented than another painter friend / so he becomes a ceramicist / locally / he opens a few bee drawers / maybe there's common ground in being shit at fiber art.
Kingdom of archaism lain out on a Grecian clay tab / thrown and glazed in successive waves of fracked air / that is heat poor citizen / that is what the peoples crave / next to drug.
Ebb-n-flow cross arbitrary Kingdom bounds / the lip / the street / the signing convention of shit / the thoughts that pass each other and wave / sometimes in recognition / other times by mistake / no horses / only blinds / salt / flour / butter / acetone.
Kingdom begets palace by the park / a nice affair / a sconce / food consumed before prime / but the peels fall off the flesh / and tents / a palace needs tents of thousand gold / Drug Kingdom / Poison Kingdom.
Kingdom Fall / off the vase / into the oily hands of thoughts / who may or may not recognize each other anymore / etch Kingdom Fall on the street / wave at it / cry at it / gather / go limp.
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