the type writer fills the nonsense
letting go of bloodshot canvas
flustered tongues
bedding the wise

this room smells like ink
your hair smells like ink
your arms smell like ink
your body tastes like it

there is no more room for sensual
broken glass
hindered
smile
it was so precise
incision inside right blue vein
hardened in sun, molded into beastly atoms
drained come loathing
breathing forbade me from looking
in the pale direction of ruby sonnets
hanging off the tip of shoulders

scratching thunder
moonlight sonata
dance, eyes pierced into the dark blue above

fingers settled like spiritual natives on blushed cheeks
smile when I speak
grow tall, infinite, strong

highways fall like clouds in my vision
they all have become a blur
exits off the roads and the furthest away from
temptation of fruitful chaos
mourned with lactating *******
children's laughter
angry fathers chest

head spins
black and warming winds
cool spins
welcoming grins
nobody ever wins