Chapter 2 (Great Aunt Coleslaw) illuminating sadness like torn fathers and cigarette buns empty trash can of greatness drenched in alcoholic molecular science eyes electrically swollen manipulating tomorrow for the scent of new showers bug me in the morning with coffee can in hand release the dreams of majestic winter waves draining declaring shadows on yesterday blonde ambition path chosen expecting nothing recieving nothing remaining happy under yellow fire enclosing blue dragons under mother tongues ocean waves declaring shadows on yesterdays tomorrow an assumption assault memory gang breaking pianos lifting child out of poverty silver and free like the wolf in the circle a planetary guidance lifting bridges from halloween costumes galore not for the sink full of costume chocolate not real not of this earth some other place on a 8 string house of cotton becoming instruments of choice on a plane with the pencils traveling through the myst of memory discovering lantern space tots in homes of grandfather blue eating moon eating the earth rings of saturn circle saturn sounds of summer circle saturn autumn ocean skyline revealing too many fish even for the starving village red beaded necklace perched up on houses of chaos manipulating music frequent ratios hurt vibrations the blue clawed crab crawling on the floor of the ocean finding cans of golf ringed jewelry for the pleasure of the old men who sits on their chairs drinking silent cups of tea out of tune out of time search discover wait relent repent again the quitting child becomes the old man on the bench looking for his children again new taste buds new needles new smiles chasing friends over ponds of duck powder without green frogs in the fires burning down the street I see you I see you i see you not knowing how to read not knowing how to think i take a little bit of you and throw you in the brink of existence creating new symbols of paper proofs for no one but myself what I life i lead what a dream i have to fulfill my discovery seed i see you i see you its usually nothing not more or less just a drop in the ocean in the pot of soup that boils on the river just a drop in the ocean that boils on the river of fire tires turns wires into relenting scenes of banana floating nothingness spotted nothing but nothingness books about shelves shelves without the books falling over each other tripping over feet encased in urges of blood pills pills pills pills im covered im covered in blood deserted with blood decimated in blood falling for your i think im falling for you theres a woman in a field taking food from the ground to feed her loved ones nothing needed besides her loved ones connecting dots of cans and pears and boots and shoes and zoos you lose i don’t even know who we are anymore