yes who knows where a comma begins and ends


summer comes with the rage of bodies hypocrites , and governments holding off
   liberal spouting their line there's not enough

is there cosmos rainging on the geography of death
     in the windy world of these dreaming body and your head in the pillow  the pollarded maple rustle the willow on the boardwalk and this is beauty's song

  what is the name of the ruthless becoming call god and the pretenders to death.... your stand linger the veil  runs backward and city pairing its free style of  
   hanging backwards or the cowards with the quick labels
        a shortage of courage is what i'd call that ,