Wig-wam Kickstand

Everyday creates,
"Nickel and diming em, eh?"
"Nah, man, I'm just coasting."
Right above second gear,
Wandering eyes and a wandering
Mirror.  By the hare or the goat,
In knowing be known.
Everyday sends my
Love to me again
And I love truth so
I don't really miss
Or make appointments,
Merely moaning out the politics of a new-way, this
Chug chug chug, little engine-like coinage, or water,
Spun from many rugs last winter.  Lost hop in
My step, son, but that road is over, I've largely
Been elephant-like, killer.  Bar none show the ropes.
Teeter-tater, mom and pop down river, up on the
Shore the pier is frozen.  Lonely light delivered the
Core idolless speeches, gondola impeachment, johnson and johnson-type
Droll, pure nonsense but in guerilla-like redaction,
The caption on the caption, the way the night was leaning,
The right type of show.  The way it's supposed to be done,
Ya know?.  It's all apparent.  "Cigarettes on cigarettes
My momma think I stink, I got burn holes in my hoodies
All my homies think it's dank, I miss my cocoa butter kisses,
I miss my cocoa butter kisses."  High days are better than
Sober ones, don't be biased but I knew that day would come.
Something wild this way comes, broken rosh in brambles,
Like upside down in air were towers tolling reminiscent bells
Or flowers,  I'm empowered, it's Tuesday, April Fool's Day,
In appearing be named (if you really want to play, all you have
To do is say).  He's likely all gone with the wind and shit, all
'For Whom The Bell Toll'ses' and Jacky Kerouac on the lip.
Duck Duck, goose it is, I love when I'm standing on the edge.
Temporal Lobe Achilles, temporary, like a model citizen's two front
Teeth.   "Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress.  Rebel, rebel,
Your face is a mess.  Rebel, rebel, how could they know?  Hot
Tramp, I love you so."  Augustus, Augustus, the west wind might
Blow, dump down tons and tons of truncheons, so no luncheon,
No, no, maybe next full moon, I've heard I stand presumptuous,
That whispering makes me cruel.  I make no assumption, adopted
Duval, the people are more than just my people and they are more
Than just four walls, bricks and roof and windows, house or home,
This one thing I know:  Against everything I will deem sacred,
Against everything I am afraid to be, or to seem, I keep one for
Appearance and I keep one in the deep, tongue in cheek
Isn't even the thing, more like a forked tongue screen, some
Friends are not the strong support you would seek, stoned
Chiding friendship, tell you evil then smile to your face, I have
Reached my real place or position in everyday, I don't crave
To escape.  Let's be dainty, or have a heavy hand, in each sense
The end
Justifies
The way.
London
Vienna
Jerusalem Athens
Alexandria
All
Over
Again.
Sally in the Valley, Whispering Wind Recidivist, Second Time
Citizen.  Tempestuous Bend or Bed, I Say It's All the Same Sense,
No-end.

Unreal.
"Turn the spit."
Puh-ting!