Jan 2021
IV.
A glass of still water
a trickling forest
knives whirl
a sound of breezes
pricking yourself to gear a squeeze of juice
Lemons -> no, not those
not a fruit -> bandits intrigue me in the most ways ->
not this pen, and not another cycle ->
you are too young to understand:
Relinquish my soul -> take away me from a starting point,
move yourself these synodic cycles.
One more solo one more refrain here also once more
A gain, wrinkles in the skin
A wrinkle.
A glass of still water
a trickling forest
knives whirl
a sound of gales
III.
A sun grooving, its tendrils and stagnations fidgeting under a rainbowic sky: included in the backdrop belongs an angel of the highest order: there is I, a 2D human admiring this Principle - embodying it in each morsel of my knowable Soul -> she sparkles radiantly, drinking the cream dripping from the Clouds. I swoon: They tell me otherwise, saying it [the Angel] is I, and to recognize that Self within the Reflection. The Angeled Me responds in a plié, the second position, and frills around: a bird eats from her skin, a new scale growing in place of the eaten cotton-candy -> I taste her skin in my mouth as it melts: a Sun grooving, its tendrils and stagnations opposing.
II.
Long fingers caress a cheek -
some footsteps in red kitten-heels
legs sway, a skirt walks down to the ankles - a dream:
men pick up a briefcase
and something shoots before him - a busy highway
a street filled with trees and a leaf makes way into the turn
a belly button ***** in breath:
a nod, a smile, trilling guests drink sparkling wine
trite until a little longer, a baby cries within a car seat.
"No!" Dad yells. "Yes, tomorrow." A retortist.
The Dad falters, deflating lungs, shoving his head on the window
pout. long fingers caress a cheek -
some hand prints from pink underbelly flesh
I.
i see stars fall behind me ... twinkles strongly smell of acid-rain tonight ... darling, see a see - scatting, again, a plea; a knowingly kindly understanding comment. a little group begin to lecture thee: and they leap, going, - shake their fingers. a bird tweets along in accordance - a stain on the shirt, as a mountain curls. i sing with smugness and a novel-longing
|-> why did you ruin - monologue, no sir! this is my refrain. i see stars fall behind me ... uniform refrain: then it is ...
A glass of still water
a trickling forest
knives whirl
a sound of breezes
pricking yourself to gear a squeeze of juice
Lemons -> no, not those
not a fruit -> bandits intrigue me in the most ways ->
not this pen, and not another cycle ->
you are too young to understand:
Relinquish my soul -> take away me from a starting point,
move yourself these synodic cycles.
One more solo one more refrain here also once more
A gain, wrinkles in the skin
A wrinkle.
A glass of still water
a trickling forest
knives whirl
a sound of gales
III.
A sun grooving, its tendrils and stagnations fidgeting under a rainbowic sky: included in the backdrop belongs an angel of the highest order: there is I, a 2D human admiring this Principle - embodying it in each morsel of my knowable Soul -> she sparkles radiantly, drinking the cream dripping from the Clouds. I swoon: They tell me otherwise, saying it [the Angel] is I, and to recognize that Self within the Reflection. The Angeled Me responds in a plié, the second position, and frills around: a bird eats from her skin, a new scale growing in place of the eaten cotton-candy -> I taste her skin in my mouth as it melts: a Sun grooving, its tendrils and stagnations opposing.
II.
Long fingers caress a cheek -
some footsteps in red kitten-heels
legs sway, a skirt walks down to the ankles - a dream:
men pick up a briefcase
and something shoots before him - a busy highway
a street filled with trees and a leaf makes way into the turn
a belly button ***** in breath:
a nod, a smile, trilling guests drink sparkling wine
trite until a little longer, a baby cries within a car seat.
"No!" Dad yells. "Yes, tomorrow." A retortist.
The Dad falters, deflating lungs, shoving his head on the window
pout. long fingers caress a cheek -
some hand prints from pink underbelly flesh
I.
i see stars fall behind me ... twinkles strongly smell of acid-rain tonight ... darling, see a see - scatting, again, a plea; a knowingly kindly understanding comment. a little group begin to lecture thee: and they leap, going, - shake their fingers. a bird tweets along in accordance - a stain on the shirt, as a mountain curls. i sing with smugness and a novel-longing
|-> why did you ruin - monologue, no sir! this is my refrain. i see stars fall behind me ... uniform refrain: then it is ...
