there are soul many pictures i feel lost within me they could be on a mounatin in marin could be in water that's everywhere once it's intriguing to feel and not see i may be masked from now on while my glasses become clouds tumescent my eyes my light yearns behind and eventually not final i may see only light go by blind fortune felt up those day of the dead tangerine pompons lulu wore for a lei we go on release from a monster into apprehension breathing clouding up again think it's easy if you want cut up poetry it isn't necessary what you thought it would be cloud could be done anyway you put it honey-lu or hard drive plum-picking plummeting up and down together