NOISE FROM SHOWER< WHITE NOISE< HUNCHING OVER SPACES SEARCHING FOR PEACE INSIDE CHANGING WATER NOISE

THIS IS A REWRITE OF A SHORT STREAM OF CONCIOUNESS WRITING IN DaDa STYLE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A SHAG RUG THROUGH A WINDOW & IN A ROOM.

The shag rug birds eye view of the shape of things to cum,From salty breeze, yellow taxi blow living trees shapes snakes tunnels  round this town after dark. Strangers always pass by, like sreet corner horn blows same as hustler & cocaine nose.Dixieland knows memories of footsteps marching quietly more & more invisible with each grey hair piercing wind,striking tower clock hands. Ghosts of long gone 7 new haunts of a different breed. But the need is always the same, just like clock tower hands of time.Fate would have it no other way, leaving a bar losing a light. Match might stike& with that wanted bat of eyelash match was made.

The jack falls from the deck & lands on top of the shag rug.

Take it like a rabid wolf under pale lousiana night.The match struck up the only light, with hearts a flame a light burns brighter than any fire.Nothin but throws of passion,gun shots, muffled chants & swamp creatures all coming to life as the lust choir cries it's hymns of plausure & pain.  Fire grows wild. Warming bones cyndars pop off synapses sending sensation throughout.Bodies whip around within a gust of heated fog. Shadows of pan pass through glazed eyes falling back into face getting lost in place. Sweltering seas of lust alive with fire, in rythm with wind as strong as any rock. 

Empty bottle cap keeps one eyed jack from peeping around Tom's corner.Shag rug watches as fury erupts from heat rising up as mist falls down.

Locked thighs slither like snakes the octipi sea creature land HO! Sailors leave ports drunks wave goodbye goodbye swilling seas of wine. Sailing away from their own port.Glass bottle shatter footsteps follow ghosts whose steps once marched.

They key turns like bodies turn & drop shag rug catches key, as the dinner conversation bewteen the chorus of lust sings praise. the bottle cap winks at one eyed jack

The hot lousiana night fills itself with it's own jazz breeze bourban strsight down, no chaser's feet keep up with times hands palying card tricks over top shag rugs bottlecap hat.

 Burning kees from a carpets many night.And many nighst to cum

The youth stained knees of pirate legs best limping wooden knee.

Flesh bone mascarade of endless searching for downtown doctors hugging many a maiden.

Neve laying with one searching for cash in the city.

Land Ho!

Pirates of destiny we be be.

Now back to sun spot fade where memorey takes place & money changes hands.

The blood explodes like beauty & i pull out just to catch one more internal sunrise.

The nod take hold a whispers flowers into my ear:

.<span> </span><span>The shag rug birds eye view of the shape of things to cum,From salty breeze, yellow taxi blow living trees shapes snakes tunnels  round this town after dark. Strangers always pass by, like sreet corner horn blows same as hustler & cocaine nose.Dixieland knows memories of footsteps marching quietly more & more invisible with each grey hair piercing wind,striking tower clock hands. Ghosts of long gone 7 new haunts of a different breed. But the need is always the same,</span>

<span> just like clock tower hands of time.Fate would have it no other way, leaving a bar losing a light. Match might stike& with that wanted bat of eyelash match was made.The jack falls from the deck & lands on top of the shag rug.</span>

<span>Take it like a rabid wolf under pale lousiana night.</span>

<span>The match struck up the only light, with hearts a flame a light burns brighter than any fire.Nothin but throws of passion,gun shots, muffled chants & swamp creatures all coming to life as the lust choir cries it's hymns of plausure & pain.  Fire grows wild. Warming bones cyndars pop off synapses sending sensation throughout.Bodies whip around within a gust of heated fog. Shadows of pan pass through glazed eyes falling back into face getting lost in place. Sweltering seas of lust alive with fire, in rythm with wind as strong as any rock. Empty bottle cap keeps one eyed jack from peeping around Tom's corner.Shag rug watches as fury erupts from heat rising up as mist falls down.Locked thighs slither like snakes the octipi sea creature land HO! Sailors leave ports drunks wave goodbye goodbye swilling seas of wine. Sailing away from their own port.Glass bottle shatter footsteps follow ghosts whose steps once marched.They key turns like bodies turn & drop shag rug catches key, as the dinner conversation bewteen the chorus of lust sings praise. the bottle cap winks at one eyed jackThe hot lousiana night fills itself with it's own jazz breeze bourban strsight down, no chaser's feet keep up with times hands palying card tricks over top shag rugs bottlecap hat. Burning kees from a carpets many night.And many nighst to cum.</span>

<span>And many nights to sail the drunken seas once more, always crashing against rocks, endlessly searching for shells containing peace.</