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I walk down the street whisked by the fragrant aroma of a ***** floating above the clouds Encased in venom but dismantled plumes of disembodied hair gave her a shroud I saw in her minced reflection the swindled lust of a happy conclusion To years of isolated rebarbative delusion To serenade with penultimate swaggers as though I have been fully swooned Too soon to aim my praise at an adoring moon Tugging on mutual hearts entwined with the summer breeze Trying to garner the summer heir and the summer flair A panache to clothe every armed bear, disarmed by a propitiated care A crisp lament crashes the party as a heckler gouging for blindness I clinch a ****** anger as a riotous engine crafted from wineskins Belonging to an ageless agelast scurried in dismay I warp the warbled marble sleet a craven disarray Then I clamber, risqué in fleeting moments a criminal repartee I wallop the emerging consensus as the 16th hands me over dumped tea And a ****** tree laughs as the whitewashed sanity of sanitarium ****** I swerve away from the indecency of a pepper enclosed in chosen wax A gibbous shackle crumpled on a concrete semaphore An erratic blithe minatory metaphor Saturnine clout sweeps the dusty apron from the desuetude of homespun lethargy Rampant clovers distilled from a dreamscape a raspy sea Trespassing whisper surmounts the lambent alpenglow of a newborn sun A sleek potter’s spell encumbered by a lapsed pun Doors ajar and vats wed with an aimless spar I finally see the fullness of majesty adorned as a breathing star.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
Moonshine Tide
I walk down the street whisked by the fragrant aroma of a ***** floating above the clouds Encased in venom but dismantled plumes of disembodied hair gave her a shroud I saw in her minced reflection the swindled lust of a happy conclusion To years of isolated rebarbative delusion To serenade with penultimate swaggers as though I have been fully swooned Too soon to aim my praise at an adoring moon Tugging on mutual hearts entwined with the summer breeze Trying to garner the summer heir and the summer flair A panache to clothe every armed bear, disarmed by a propitiated care A crisp lament crashes the party as a heckler gouging for blindness I clinch a ****** anger as a riotous engine crafted from wineskins Belonging to an ageless agelast scurried in dismay I warp the warbled marble sleet a craven disarray Then I clamber, risqué in fleeting moments a criminal repartee I wallop the emerging consensus as the 16th hands me over dumped tea And a ****** tree laughs as the whitewashed sanity of sanitarium ****** I swerve away from the indecency of a pepper enclosed in chosen wax A gibbous shackle crumpled on a concrete semaphore An erratic blithe minatory metaphor Saturnine clout sweeps the dusty apron from the desuetude of homespun lethargy Rampant clovers distilled from a dreamscape a raspy sea Trespassing whisper surmounts the lambent alpenglow of a newborn sun A sleek potter’s spell encumbered by a lapsed pun Doors ajar and vats wed with an aimless spar I finally see the fullness of majesty adorned as a breathing star.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
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