19 days of Novemberization. Clots on readerlies and lies beneath lying tall and red and green and their veritable escape from systematic pouring detail-oriented (and shame-faced in batik foam lather) going-over (the top) (or red influx moon-based gravitational waterlike pulling sensations) left a little bit bare or wrecked or popping up like bone-in-the-soil (dagger-in-the-woods) shin inflected tones of ribs in the sea bed head and ready overture of mud lessons and tiny spaniels with ochre or pink patches clatter (write that one down) or out-spools (dancer school, latex candy) pressing fissures or future-in (fusion) hector meter rake-with-eager meager beggin' cloak and haggle for (senses impish and lies imploded) seeing an unusual divet in-the-ordinary (yesterday) on my arrival to attempt a knock at Shea and Sarah's door (unmistakeable yard ache) installment red-able and quarterly visitor and an LP everyone in-the-knowledge hedge of seed deems to said schooling (except you or me probably) whiling dreams discern and yearn (earning blokes) of this arc and that fool and the teacher's third grenade Oldsmobile (blue I believe) passing but if for fedora blew-let in lets the okay gang (dong-double if you touch the picture) inlet bypass surprise (gunshots don't speak of war here this time of yes) (rampage bambi-steaks) (and they taste quite yummy) triple-take and even for a quadruple glance wait pull the car over for red stamps (the color du jour) the back-way-weekly pestering thoughts along the nihil (is statistic or a Thompson grin) pearish substance welling up with tears and memory conflict itch (losing oneself in the moment) forgetting where you are when you haven't even slept yet but the moment but the moment but the memento creeds glares and greeds declare-o (you're a bit fuzzy when the moment arises) and after the circus the circuits repair but if for a second lapses into history (upholstered)(endowed with sale-able curtains) and reality is pregnant with horizontal upkeep