better than this

[the mingo]

brings the body
the right you
pulses - incessant

i more in longer thinking
that dark me
because lips love what
makes jungle
you to josh me with poetry
as completely flat vehicles
used to raise the dead

nothing abstract drives the else to me
the boneyard beyond or the penetrate shape
be a crazy just
when up of half to you at life full
& more to fooling about people -
we're old now
all half inevitable words to homestead unless empty
but me with you & it

down to on
that i is - we are - road infinite road
finding what when we bark
living deeper wasted off too somewhere
time has near the so & limits
i've dead imagined wonder
still not leaving by that
where it has heard us
there is it living

when is a close to we?
were we better before? or after?
i water it's name - just & for the beckons now
with wants for anything
i set it else & rode of to at
a set of first & last dates go all from night carved on

right that
as into
& now many -
i stone on what the connections told
& you grow, heart wearing
sneaking off while others sleep
to breathe toward better than this

[Arcadia]

wow mingo...! so beautiful poem, I can go to sleep now!

[dadio]

Good one, the mingo.

[the mingo]

Thx folks -

[WIREMAN]

Real good read....

[the mingo]

Thx Mark