where not and why not to be to have been the war in love an exposed lie, canceling less goodbye while i own the pain, sprinkles of ashes ashes of body, work and artistry
the goddess does not to betray her witness her anklets he adorns in challenge, relent
and god's dying apologies beside her decay
a thousand decrepit reasons to chase the noxious sunshines filling window with less seasons perhaps i write to fight forward, and you need no help perhaps i would rather be silent, yet an objectified life dies while they dance and tonight my empty finds another inkling to print with
feral tea suppose day left you the raise gliding forever a dove, within, a third plight your time, spending outside of that table leaned against your cold your coldest spots you sold
in your corner i declare
suppose mourns built behind introverted instruction to difficult to overcome we shift in limits
in my corner i dared
mixtures inside sounds scripts letting fly
now i walk myself more marching, more violations railroad maps and pain
to thee i am west heading south, fleeing north missing the east?
Mangled Time Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
In French Jazz Hell A pursuit of persecution Print and Ink Outlawed They Danced Conviction Far Out Trials of Wars At the Living Dance A Symbol A Sign I'm Delicacy
The Paper Teach the Disgusting hate Thinnest piece on plate Add droplet of fruit Suspended milk Offer color Yawning *** Nimble your crawl out
Anklets? 1 & 2 Expound with me away, neddle workings? Millers bones having cost the hillside a settlement with favors What begging next of spinsters cities? Stranded virgins sweeping the house of glassened slippers to ward the evil fortune away at late crawling nights. Embers heavy feet atop the nearest twinkling friend, boyhood dangers Seeking coldened shapes alone And in paintings glance Barren mountain tops cried into tiny wastelands where always smells threw us back
scene depitction at return the girls are thwarted beneath the ice-glassen floors as slaves they are penitent awaiting reason
deplorable mercy, you will enjoy the house? Beneath hazle tree I did ponder little spigots Absence one eve, contemplations I'd borrow Haggling the court