lying
silver lung
a thought (belonging) to darkness
full of violet, red coloured matter
loquacious parenthesis, admitting
of and how - and redact
ere requisite gibbet
the mute parable of gate
dull eyes strangers a keep
strange of of
the truly meaningless word
lathe,
there is a way to remove the clothes
with out
silence of months
cruor of origins
belongings,
her winter hymn
gullet of marble
crop poached and gilt
in hematic bath of of
the ashamed hum of wrongness
it is not interesting
carving yourself with a knife
the contents come out slowly
bruised-cask of ocher
her of she
lain out under stars
strewn in the lope of distress
a hind
untold
*last night, a body wandered off
showered in woolen eyes
not knowing how to love*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
lying
silver lung
a thought (belonging) to darkness
full of violet, red coloured matter
loquacious parenthesis, admitting
of and how - and redact
ere requisite gibbet
the mute parable of gate
dull eyes strangers a keep
strange of of
the truly meaningless word
lathe,
there is a way to remove the clothes
with out
silence of months
cruor of origins
belongings,
her winter hymn
gullet of marble
crop poached and gilt
in hematic bath of of
the ashamed hum of wrongness
it is not interesting
carving yourself with a knife
the contents come out slowly
bruised-cask of ocher
her of she
lain out under stars
strewn in the lope of distress
a hind
untold
*last night, a body wandered off
showered in woolen eyes
not knowing how to love*
