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1h · 24
Offer Chills
Onoma 1h
When we're slated to meet--

there's a comfort I may affect.

Adaptability unable to flounce

change.

The central cast of leaves

murking rust--with the eaten

asides of crows.

Offer chills.
8h · 25
Raisinet
Onoma 8h
Sedimentary

clouds glean

sunglasses.

Racked with pairs.

Unable to reflect  a

stone giving up a

mountain range.

A tupla shouts for joy.
9h · 25
True to Bodies
Onoma 9h
An aerial view

of black.

Out-concentrates

a bed.

True to bodies.

Brave enough to

meld.
9h · 24
Abah
Onoma 9h
Corners are round.

People follow.

An open scare.

Queens is incense.

Something about

hearing Jewish

children calling

their father: Abah.

Abah.

Made me want to

put them on my back.
10h · 25
Vintage Lightning
Onoma 10h
Zenith

is vintage

lightning

dripping

with ***

& blood.

A ****** scar,

crafting a weapon.
10h · 31
Not Now
Onoma 10h
Would that you could

stand in place of me,

that I may recall myself.

Bit head to toe.

Static drops in longhand.

Revived right there...

where it so happens.

A silly tulip slipping

out of mass.
11h · 38
Voyuers Can Be
Onoma 11h
I could see where

you let it alone.

I wanted more of

that for you.

For no reason.

Trying to bless

first-person.

A continental push

off a shelf.

A string of bubbles.

Piecing salt.

Voyuers can be very

compassionate.
22h · 31
A Navel Plug
Onoma 22h
A perimeter spins

down, a corner sticks out.

A leaf folds over.

Transpiration has nothing

to do with fear.

Absolutely nothing--

have you noticed what's

been erected lately?

Its alabaster soma flicks

off a navel plug.

Beauty keeps what'll never

be born.

Never ask how it can stand it.
1d · 30
Beady-eyed Crush
Onoma 1d
A raven's windfall

beak, scowls wet &

dry raspberry.

A beady-eyed

crush.

Tipping a coke hat,

to a godawful voice.

Ratcheting the

endearments of

improper death.
1d · 27
Yeah
Onoma 1d
It really never took

long to find out what

deigns my stuffing.

What's sits in here

like fertilizer, already

doled out to a far off

land.

It feels great to steady

the juggling hands of

my Mother's polarity.

Trust ain't an agreement.
Onoma 2d
These are stage lights

without hired hands.

Symbolism is costly.

More than

the One who

shows up unexpectedly.

Simply trying to

get away.

From the people

that show uP.
2d · 41
Undetected Clay
Onoma 2d
The moon still

waits for a crater's

response, like: 'go

easy on this one.'

Which?

Outside influence...

was once:

rat-tat-tat-tat.

NOW.

Shadow extras

crawling in, at lights

out.

Undetected clay.

Courteous enough to ask

after exhausted hypocrisy.

Which was more impactful

than service without the

asking.
2d · 31
Pertinent Sweat
Onoma 2d
the great attractor

can put pertinent

pauses in hamburger

meat.

to assuage pertinent

sweat.

not like that.

the unimaginable has

already fled.

mahogany ******

muscles smile at the

taste of lemon.

recline.
2d · 31
If it Ever Flew
Onoma 2d
Rote iron should have

you know--bilocation is left

back.

There's something weird, out

& about.

Already there.

Knowledge always wants to

graduate.

How did that singular It, know

that?

To...

have at unscathed fearlessness.

As fundamental as poetry.

Staring at a wall the perfect

height,

so an unblinking hole can fester.

Made the same way a bird is.

If it ever flew.

Air pulled toward an underside.

Fully able to fly what's there.
Onoma 2d
An extensive collection

of bars,

house carpety fur.

Feeling for an animal.

Dying to be let out.

Storage don't kid,

about what deals force

in bulk.

There's no figuring

a little bit of a

thing.
Onoma 2d
A white string lets down a

a reversible star.

Right on the frozen belly of

a desert.

Flowers of no kind cinture

its long glow.

A wild man points high,

then low--what forever beams

below his feet.

Oceans of waking sand, thrice-lit.

A heart's pocket bearing a face.

Good with bones.

Loving, love more.
3d · 38
Fidget
Onoma 3d
Every hermitage is a

definitive rush,

killed by peace.

A morning stretch--

with neighbors that

made it to the same

place.

Please don't fidget.
3d · 35
Fed
Onoma 3d
Fed
A sun-dried fish

caught in a fan,

lifts silence.

Its expository

burn marks.

Fed.
3d · 40
Puenmo Thorax
Onoma 3d
A breeze pops thru

the top of a cloud, that

shapes a sky.

The way a face replants

during sleep.

Natural life is okay.
3d · 497
Dyed Changes
Onoma 3d
At an intersection that

makes mock-Am.

Dyed changes toyed with

choking ambiance.

There--both sides of these

eyes caught a crossing.

A pile of black boxes,

emptying a physique.

All left open inside.
Onoma Sep 13
They easily recognize

you when their houses

let them out.

It's arguable whether a

stranger has more import

than a confidant.

It's hard to disinfect water.

They're always from somewhere,

affecting the need to ****.

Hurting a matter because a sufficient

warrant has not been issued for

their arrest.
Sep 13 · 60
Basho Wept
Onoma Sep 13
Basho weeps

wildly as his

lover pours

green tea.

When asked

why he weeps,

he says

nothing until

his cup is full.

Full.

All he could

muster, was that

he was not

weeping.

Openly denying

a Truth that will

never call him a

Liar.
Sep 13 · 53
Square a Jaw
Onoma Sep 13
Square a jaw

for what the universe

wants for you.

Become aware of the

reason you drop

objects.

Then cross a street

without looking.

Propose a step to

vinyl warmth.

It's holiday season.

Slow enough to tell

someone they were

meant to be there.

Based on you.
Sep 13 · 53
Purple is Obsessive
Onoma Sep 13
Purple starts you

off with a

color.

Until you can

watch serpents

sleep on their

sides.

Missing a purple

spot.

Purple is obsessive.
Sep 13 · 38
Leaves Purity Alone
Onoma Sep 13
Jesus woke up

with straw-imprints

on his face.

Breath that would've

pleasantly surprised a girl.

He stretched like:

'no, what were you

saying?'

airing out a **** good

listener, his lips glassy

with a sip of water.

his beard reaching out

to live in.

what

leaves purity alone.
Sep 13 · 48
Set in Fast
Onoma Sep 13
how many bats have

to rot into the furrowed

brows of the earth,

before conceiving

spookiness?

midnight upholstery

dipped in fangs.

posits two faint droplets

of blood on a

sterile swab.

deep dark secrets

set in fast.
Sep 13 · 51
Undress for Hours
Onoma Sep 13
If only ****** were a

watershed moment, lust

could unhand flesh.

More desperate than

mark difference.

She wouldn't have to

undress for hours, before

leaning into plumes of

perfume.

To somehow become

evocative of scent, let

out as no respector of

what it will color.
Sep 13 · 42
A Cat on an Armrest
Onoma Sep 13
A cat on an armrest

outlines a blank, English

postcard.

A fireside retinue,

shedding the tails of mice.

Set down between what

wants to look again.

If only to think of a cat

without eyes.

A garment placed over the

shoulders of motherhood,

smartly unfolded.

Still enough to watch the

structured collapse of time.

A cat on an armrest.

The buttend of fabric,

divvying up a spine--as would

the caretaker of balance.

A page too delicious for

turning.

Memorizing the real meaning

of every word, sat beside

another.

Unpetted purrs.

Let be furry patterns

returning to the world.

Which try in earnest to

convince one, that a cat is

on an armrest.

Loathe to be seriously

observed, there like a pungent

burp.

Suggesting the badness of

manners recalling food.
Sep 8 · 59
Iterations of Rain
Onoma Sep 8
Iterations of rain leaves

everything dry.

Upsetting sound oversensitive

to direct hearing.

The curtain calls of a crow

clearing its throat.

As if to speak.

To mislead.

The living wait of many.

An unbestowable image, a

soured standby.

Being what night goes without.

What's withheld is somewhere,

skirting light.

Met forcibly by what's different.

The broken discipline of:

''not noticing".
Onoma Aug 10
There's no suffering the

moronic applause in old jazz

recordings.

They bring to mind the applause

of: The Westminster Dog Show,

as stately rounds are made--

or was it to keep certain musicians

from nodding on smack?
Aug 9 · 97
Horror Critic
Onoma Aug 9
A denizen of horror, a master of

ceremonies--bleeds out the sprinting

digits of a million clapperboards.

Relativistic rods of light showcasing

windows to faces that shouldn't be there.

As his corneas drop like glasses of

nightly milk startled by nonlocal

trespass.

He manages a robe that appears to have

been thrown on the fire of film.

His slippers split fake leather, as they

sequence what inches toward harm--

a screen's inn.

Which waits to reap a seeing.

His ears stock ashy twitters that scale

grizzly discoveries, like beef in a cow's

stomach.

Knowing that one staring at the back

of one's head, guarantees the back of

one's head being stared at in a theater.

With the proviso that there is no front

row (in reality).

He screams in the shower, not because

the water is too hot or cold.

There's something about a

death-obsessed animal sounding through

plaster & piles of brick--coupled with the

whole-body barks of a dog.

Which he loves to play back, as if a

third-party listener.
Onoma Aug 2
Dawn leaves a reminder, like the

circled total on a Chinese Food menu.

Lacing a vacant hole through the

crusty black loop of an earthworm,

scorched on black pavement.

Shall we say: advanced first light?

The animal nuzzle of dead land

in denial.

Which has turned cool of a sudden--

as the  inside of walls stiffen to

what's behind them.

Alas the shadows of hulking

addresses may be placed.

On what most certainly evades a

neighborhood, not to mention

an area.

The wilderness designated it,

it knows where all the bones are.
Jul 27 · 89
From a Highchair
Onoma Jul 27
A "Being John Malkovich"

spot check--

like dropping a star from a

highchair.

Black side up.

Stuck to a closeup

that flattens a scene way out

of reach.
*To be continued...
Onoma Jul 23
Mindfulness behaves as

if it features what it mirrors.

Which would be to ask a wooden

table: when did you get here?

While its crystal clarity rings

deeper & deeper truths.
Jul 22 · 76
Tiny Rubik's Cube
Onoma Jul 22
While negotiating comfort

on a squeaky recliner, a tiny

rubik's cube solved solidity

in a forgetful pocket.

With its insistent dimensions,

paradoxically driving color

toward isolation.

As if to challenge egoic

alignment, itself a sentimental

unit that was part of a garage's

purgative wave.

Having been mindlessly

salvaged from what survived.

Nervously pawed & identified

by a poet who was contemplating

the nature of hatred.

The real thing, the sort emotion

doesn't know what to do with.

Just as a tiny rubik's cube was

rediscovered in a forgotten pocket,

arrogantly insinuating.

Hereby charmed & burdened

with hatred.

Let it house & astonish hatred with

the speed of off-color assemblage.
Jul 21 · 62
Front my Dust
Onoma Jul 21
I front my dust, to taste the rosy

cud of lightning's fever dream.

As a vine strikes out against a wall,

the whole of wind is removed from

the mouth of silence.

While bodies of water gloss over

the passing of fish, who become

tense.

When flesh is left on bodies to

indicate taken seats, the same seats

light gives up.

To a garden gate drunk on its hinge--

that gathers a garden like: here today.

Where midnight makes up for lost time,

to meet you as someone known

completely.

Followed by savage denial of the fact.
Jul 19 · 52
Cold Footing
Onoma Jul 19
It can be utterly

gut wrenching to watch

how the inside joke

shared with those closest

to you relates to the

world.

Knowing what you hope

you know of them, as they

feel for cold footing.
Jul 14 · 66
Keeps Time With Dirt
Onoma Jul 14
A hammering that

keeps time with dirt,

a racket no one can

complain about.

Words like a

nail-studded coffin--

just to make sure.

A finalization determined

to never have been.
Jul 5 · 78
Share-worthy
Onoma Jul 5
It had the spirit of a deleted scene

in an awful film, whose overemphasis

showed why it went away.

It had nothing to do with the reality

it was portraying, that's how defeated

her statement was as she made it.

Unable to stand out, she couldn't

break a leg--relaying that her ex

insisted she was share-worthy.

A triangular feeding frenzy, swapping

possession for a piece.

As her lover thought to himself--she's

unfit to lower a bathroom seat for the

women he's been with.
Jul 1 · 221
A Whack Here & There
Onoma Jul 1
It's something like,

Caution: Crucifixion Ahead.

The sign's up, but it's too

much effort.

I mean, it's only you afterall--

so poetry takes a whack here

& there.
Jul 1 · 83
Sure Mystery
Onoma Jul 1
Being misunderstood is

usually designated by

terrified little orbits.

It's not a state by any

means, that would

require their clearance.

They hate that you are

comfortable with being

far more than you let on.

That it's very intentional.

That they're not worth

explaining anything to,

that's when it's best to be

misunderstood.

They want to be thankful

for sure mystery, but are

not.
Jun 30 · 66
Distant Royalty
Onoma Jun 30
Darkness avoids absence to

keep from falling.

As the cold spots of roses turn

to purple irises, of distant royalty.

That curve the mirrors of trees,

which climb out of windows.

As grass lands between moon's,

cut by light drumming on a persian

rug.

Where one cat sees another first, as

summer pools a galaxy.
Jun 27 · 94
A Gorgeous Energy
Onoma Jun 27
Her moving heightens the

golden-tiered sounds that outlie

sleep.

Just as her body calls him back to his

body, summer speaks into his ear.
Jun 24 · 93
Rock This Clime
Onoma Jun 24
A lizard flicks against the ground,

like: you saw right, I rock this clime.

A flat breakout pose to freeze his

break dance--scales popping like a

Queens fruit stand.

Scimming the brickwall of a Garden

Complex, whose plants were chosen

by a Board's retirees with hospice blues.

Hail-chaff sun drinking ***** with

desert abandon, lopsided kiddie pools

bungling shallows.

As the laying of blacktop gets behind the

sun.
Jun 16 · 111
Sunday Bastard
Onoma Jun 16
Sunday ******* popped into

his head.

He had to write about a:

Sunday ******* & didn't know why.

While rain showed streets photos of

itself--he thought about a

Sunday *******.

It was already dark out when it popped

into his head, which made it more

interesting.

Then it came like it was always there,

it was Father's Day.

Already bored by the subconscious irony,

he pouted at the Sunday *******.
Jun 15 · 103
Better That Way
Onoma Jun 15
I can't tell  

if wind reveals

more about water,

or if water reveals

more about wind.

It's better that way.
Jun 15 · 80
Most Violent Act
Onoma Jun 15
The most violent

act I can conceive--

is putting myself in

her shoes.

Where a flame

crawled back to

wick.
Jun 15 · 102
Lacuna Inc.
Onoma Jun 15
Clementine forgot

her spot in the sun.

As she sits on it like

Raggedy Ann.

Catatonically

unblemished.
Jun 14 · 81
Middle Age Monsters
Onoma Jun 14
Monsters don't really evolve, their

horror does.

They don't find themselves thru fear.

One never thinks of them in embryonic

fluid, but pushed out of a bramble.

Unquestioned middle age.

Moving by way of unprocessed screams.

A mass that blocks the whole movie

screen, densifying epiphany.

A domestic situation in an abyss,

as record states what lives alone.

He tidies up places animals chose to die.

He was lost inside the currogated

dents of a water bottle, when he

realized fingers did the same to him.

Feeling that someone loved him for

the role, is when he became one.
Jun 14 · 77
Rends Those
Onoma Jun 14
The lingering concern

of perfume's inner distance.

The clapper of a black rose--

a deepsea downpour.

A submission graceful

enough, as not to have been.

Is when her scent's allayed,

rends those.
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