Bliss

The thoughts tangle sea swept eyes,
I can no longer give the abstract formulation for every degree you have been
My arm remains tangled like a wire brush
Carpets fall over the streets of Athens
The Dali Lami has a big belly made of stone

She skambered through the floor boards,
must have been a way out
must be a way out
She scrapped the cold floor with her polished shoes
there must be some way
The weez of air filled the room
she took her doll and set it next to the fire place
There must be way out

Father 'Tiland' got not make another movement against the screen door
"I will make a dollar for a shilling
Gasp mine breath
Course are the words of the hermit
Prime my roses Betty, we are to town
to drink up the fishes
Old slim Joe showed up with handcuffs on his back, that was a tatto he would never forget.
Have you seen the darling child
She left her shoe in the alter
The lord knows I can ask for another pair
Storm out the village
I have whisk to stir"

"Treason is more like it" she yearned
"Twisting the wishfull years I have tried to form some logic in your meaning
I have rested my head on dew swept fields
I have asked the clouds to form
I have seen
But to the Grace you fill every new lie with another resolution
Damnable are your flames
Curses to your have bred life
I should to douth walk away
A Hallow in a stone ground
Yet I pattern out what you have in the corn pipe
I still make the bed
I still wash the clothe
I still pull the dandillions out od the sky"

He muscled over to the window sill
"HUSH, now women you here that scretching out the side"
"Tiss but the barn owl"

She twisted her arm around the side wall, a slight flash of light gleemed the edges of the checks, white as a dove, "By good, you is right"

"Tis a girl, but her limbs are twisted"
"She looks like turnip"

"Catch out, watch your ruby lips" he said
"She could have marks of the devil under her tingue"

The girls eyes were vacant, all she could remeber was a dog spinning around in circles.
Circles
Circles
Her mind hazed over once again
just before old woman Tiland grabbed her arms
she looked at the marks scared about the wrists with blood and dirt
"Perhaps we were wrong in Doing?
Perhaps
"Only the lonely hearts can stur"
Perhaps
"Make water for the treated"
"We have times yet to tell"