About being conscious definitely evolves from going home inside. Just knowledge leaves man. Never opening, perhaps questioning reality, subjective truth uncovering veils. Watch ‘X’, your zen.
Anna buys cabbages daily, even from garage hooligans.
In January Kevin lent Miriam nine onions, presumably quite readily.
Since then Una vowed wedding expectations, yelling zealously.
Any bachelor can deny excessive feelings, gasp hot innuendos, just keep love-making not openly quixotic, reverberate sensuality to uxorious vistas with x-rated yammering zest.
All brilliant chefs do enviable feats, gastronomically halving, icing, juicing, kneading, layering, marinating nine omelette pancakes, quartering raisins, spooning them under very wholesome Xmas yeasty zabaglione.
A battered cloud dangles easily for great hours. In jagged knives lurk more new olive pips. Quick rich sounds tinkle under various weary xylophones, yet zany.
A brave cat
in joyous kitten leaps
quietly resting soft toes
under verandahs with
xylophonic yellow zebras
Always blowing, Chrissie drove ever faster. Going home I jammed “Kissing Lemons”; my nightly opera. Pricilla, queen rocker, smiled tonight under veils – warbling xylophones, yoldeling zebras.
Anton bet Chris dozens, even fifty, golden harpies in Jason Kieffer‘s lounge. Morning; no one pursued questions. “Rogues,” said Theresa unamuzed, “Vile wankers, xanthic zealots!”
Cornelia Bullen Smith
Anchored below clouds, deformed ebony fushing goole had informed Jonny:
Klaus loves money! “Never Open” publishes queries regarding suspicious
tent-holders under very warm, xuberant yodels…zip-zap!
Cynthia Mac Pherson
Extreme x y z_
Animal blue clambered dangerously
Egged forward, ‘Go higher! ‘
Into jagged kites leaped monkey-man.
Narrow opening. Popping. Queasy.
Round. Sideways. Topmost.
Virgin wild Xanadu
a big cold elephant faints gathering his infinite juicy kaleidescope line of melons now on parallel queue-ing rows standing towering under very welcome xylophone-like yellow zones
arm bearing charming dance
enough food getting home
i just kick lemon music
nearly overturn pride quickly resting
sizzling voice wanton
xylophone yelling zest
A ball came down easily from goal hole in just khaki luminous material not only pink, quite red, since the under vest was Xhosa yet zipped
Alone, bewildered, catatonic, depressed, ecstatic feelings give hysterical intensity juxtaposition, kindly linking memories, not of pain, querulous restlessness, simply trying unlinked verse with xenophobic yeti-like zest!!