There Are Some Days

There Are Some Days

(c) Leo G Campbell       10/30/2018       10/21/2018       10/12/2018

http://www.leocam2@msn.com

There Are Some Days

Peaceful, P’raps Outrages

Outrageous !!

Only They –

Some Days Surly

Come On, I Do No Like

Shirleeay Squir – relle

To Clarriffay, Th’ Aye…

Tha’ I, Eye Take

Like Limping…

Daily Dimly, Onto –

A Dimely, Quieted, A,

Mispike Misspoke

Issz P’raps’a To Th’… Battle Field…

Cahnn I Hear, A “Ya'”, A Ya Ya Ha – Here?

My, “2001 Major Thom” – Beer Drinker

I Us’d T’ Be… Still Am Fer Morre… Beere…

I Could… Hear… Major Tom Thom

A – USAF Capt’n, Y’ Know…

I’d Liked, That Side O’ Being

Hearing

Quite So, A Daily Test O’ Reality

Even Take… A Mental Military Bearing

Stage – Outrageous? Spirituality

Being…

Low Lighted…

Sense, Intense As..

Any “Repo Man… ” – Can Rage… Anytime

It’s Yer, Dime, For… Isz It LetGo

This Time, Eh…

Heavy Awk Heavenly Open Them

– – Drawn Curtains – Never

Mute Me – –

I Mean…

I Speak Out,

Can We Scream In & Over Into

Each Others –

O Ya

Yay Jesus Wuz A Jew!! With

Shout Out!!

Desertzs… Mebbe

Prey I Mean Pray

Look Fer John, Baptist Enjoined, Emplolyed

Can I Confess

Scents I Meane Senseing

O, I – There Goes – Th’ – Incense Wafting

Smelling Salts Or

Somethin’ Incense Intense

Just To Rage, Aha. Bridge,

Eh Ein One Mind Walking, I Mean

Barfo Up, Now

Mebbe Righteous Up –  Enuf –

Try UpChukking Do Not

Pull Th’

Thrust’n Finger Out –

Trumpy Rumps, Rosey Them – GOP Arse Holsz…

Probe Push Ther Way Toward? Not Heaven

Mute? Muted? Whiney Sure Whuuy…

To Rage, Diffir If I Rag… Beg On

Against –

Improper Being… Here

Oh On Oh… My,

Own Stage Guess, It’s

Righteously Sly

(NOTE: Here, script sez, yew – kiss my left eye aiiee Auld Id Eye)

Barely Notice, Mine – Taking

Notice…

To

Like’a Grim WriteTyper Typing On… Keeping…

Schlepp’n… On –

Your Type – Writer

Rag’nn… To

Rags & Rage I Keep Hoping

For Poor, Rich Famous

Riches Even If, I Do…

Into, & Outa, Ofa – Stormey

Words Worlds Of…

Danelylls Storm- zing

Trumpie… Hiz Small Fingerz & Dick… Dickee

Why – We’ve All – Seen!!

Trumpet’n On… Try’n To Squirt Out… Something…

Stepp’n

I Took Alarm To

When, One

Only They –

– A Bipolar

– Come On, Came On,

O Come On – Why ‘Doncha?

– To A Bipolar’s Prayer…

Oft Prayed… On Th’ Seventh Floor… There

Where Kept My Own, My Lost, Mind,

Every Day, When Time

Make, Wake, Mental

Then I Realize

This Is A Now-

Time, Okay… Take

There

Enough

Once They

Only They –

Come On,

Have’a Good… Come On

Then I Realize

This Is A Now

Time Then

Where –

Can I Hide – Now – So True

– Again So Go

– To A Bipolar’s Prayer

I Must See

To Me To Timing

Perpetual Posing

My Face

My Featch-ers Hang Right

Offa My Mine Only… Face.

Pluck’d Feathers From

Out’a My Mind

Show

They

Them

Couldst Be… Shouldst It…

Be Me…

Tomorrow… Very Thoroughly

Why, Shit…, Why Go…

See Yesterday

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