Profile 6 my crazy rate of writing versus reading now, can't take a break when I'm heartbroken?

I am pondering into poem when I promenade,
movement traces quick thoughts
and the spring has me spunky with it
yes soaking up more than sunshine
as eyeball or two rolls faster
than glassed off hills, pried

though inside prior to yard door
I had place cinquain :
recalled
turquoise bracelet
in the shower because
my turned wrists are thick with veins
colored!

but toll of page turning out to path
strolls like scrolls
with closing life given inertia
or empty if not antonym toned
I've flooded another web site
yesterday or two when research
has rest click I like
I talk tall of joy tallied
when I sung nonstop back out
to the kinesthetic kinks of
what kind of thing birds broke
in my walk always interrelating everything
not just hip bone to and oh I spun out
from guilt's quill
where meekly at world of nature most mixed
but community, comment,
equally sorry with who I can see literally,
lateral to the clock and their own literary
disk at the desk

I climb a hill
like my fingers
do up my cheek

patient for it to not be personal
not meaning personality of printing press

My pen blobbed
silverish
and I switched
to the intense drippy
periodic cul de sac saying
about mercury my way
of nerves no more
but bla blah bla but beautifully
lately with endorphins for ink
like swimming with dolphins
therapy synergizing sense of other good
done for brain, I'm looping my swallow
with a yay there, but selfishly located
I clot capability to look in rocking chair
at computer but I've moved other with watery
discipline and other dotting
so

yet once outside smorgasbord another utensil board
eventful in mind later
incredible to remember even
not chaos but enthusiasm to chain sight
in front to already memory formidable to be forgotten

or news spews
has me gone by trash with stepped on spit
to trying to see on my thumb
who jumped off to floor oh no my poem is flat
until concave spaghetti squash dishes your stand
your green is gorgeously beautiful on the yellow
and the chartreuse is not screamed at as you pepper it
with black mandibles...
oh my song bubbles up  for stomachs to smile
not sensationally
from insect to Somalian
and psalms aren't too thin
but have etcetera enriching them even
oh the years
not after attuned to my tune