Turnstile

Knock a juicy thought against the skull and make it rain. The unknown, meanwhile, hammers the brain. There are always things to liberate. Loafs are one. Thoughts are another. Who knows. There could even be some Polynesian rain trapped in a piece of chalk. Jack White in prison. They say you can imprison a body but you can’t imprison a mind. What does that mean, though, exactly? Caves induce strange emotions. The foliage of the mouth shines like a paragraph at the edge of a cliff. Look at that fog roll in. What becomes of the broken-hearted? Speaking of metaphors, telling a future employer that jealousy is a sprain in the heart might not be the best strategy for obtaining employment. Just keep moving those hips like that and eventually you’ll get a few dogs to bark. Think of yourself as a scintillating wizard of process. Reality emboldens geometry. The circle, the square, the ovoid and the sphere are parallels to the kettledrum and its miscellany of sounds. Shape is a function of sound as sound is a function of shape. And every time a Renaissance happens an angel gets their wings. Sometimes I need a hammer, sometimes I need a nail. Sometimes I need a sponge, sometimes I need a pail. Sometimes I need a fuchsia and sometimes I need a pot of ale. Writing is silent. The words come out like postage. You can make books out of them. And paradises and hell. And sometimes a rope a candle and a bell. Think of this as fabrication. Or octaves in a steady 8^th note pattern. If you can carry a mouth around on your face you can carry a melody. The color green proposes a certain mood and unless it’s raining the pocketknife loping around my pocket might have something to say about striking it rich doesn’t sound entirely outside the bounds of what a tongue might consider reasonable. There’s a key in the basement we can use for the sonatina. I want to immerse this entire proposal in music. This is why the history of frogs requires so much cotton and perimeter. Perimeter is the parameter of the pinafore as the symmetry is the scimitar of the sycamore.  Not everything is visual. Some things are multiple and need a little topaz. The oar is important and should be included in any discussion of almonds. Philanthropy brings its own set of problems so please send me money now. There are things that delight and bring life to the conversation and things that delight and expand the mind. Sooner or later everything comes together. You would think it would form a blob but it doesn’t it forms a paragraph with an intense resilience and a rubber part of speech that, when pressed with a finger, causes singularities of turnstile to turn into style.