The fold-out mattress is a ***** tonight,
Sheets spilling over the side-
I'm awake,
Stiff in the dark,

And nothing sings on Baylis anymore,
And the silence stones me,
And I reach for a soul,
And she rolls over,

This is it.

Wasted in the summer,
Work by the morning,
Left to spoil by the night,

Writing pretty letters backwards in the bus window,
Feeling ****** when she doesn't see them,
Sixteen and blue,
Grabbing all that glitters.

Screens and boards kissed after buttons stopped Pushing letters to the foreground of field work

Stretch and Yawns between switches of windows
The dialogue Payne flashed out from the right Kidney to the second liver on he lower left Quadrant of the skeleton flipped into anterior.

When mouse sniffed the cookies mistyped on the software *** on heat, the sizzling of the whiskers
Burnt brown but baked blue beneath baylis and Picked out of the shores of a hot ocean.

No walls of fire, no biogenes in the deck of the Cruise ship gliding on the waves of the seaports.

Properties of pirates stolen from drivers of small ships on the sea sold for an exchange which Moved from the piles accounted for to the lock and load unpacked from workstation to sea bin.