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Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
goat typhoon nobble
croak feather
sap turtle glow
FRITZ Feb 2020
creeping madness slicks black and manic

spider high up on the wall

eyeballing me nervously,                                       "who are you?

why are you stalling? whats come crawling back?

you know how this ends don't you?"





swift answers and an amniotic happiness installation.

                              speaking of stone, wired the lilies grow and the intrepid sank there was quite a stillness in the air.

sunken sand around my feet water cold and green.

     out to meet the entity

     her languorous form so ravenously tempting

     so utterly repulsive and unspeakable.

looking for lights offshore

          heretics of the unimaginable disciples of the moon

          chemical ooze gels burns in the stomach

lit on up and walked out over the water.





after his peak, went heat seeking to the east and he ceased his babble easily, stuffing his mouth with pennies and bits of charcoal. we called him land-lubber and left him for said.

there is no part to this.

there is no heart in this.

                                                    blistering and out of control the fever spins.

wandering tills the level.

                                 filtering cold and pushes me out into the yarns.
a crawling idiot madness
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
torrent raspberry square
spectacle dame
pancake lisp illumination
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
rust yellow peahen
constant rhythm
balloon shackle pig
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
matalic scheme roof
broth lake
foliage stain Brisbon
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
robber wave mould
Kingdom suffragette
skate whiskey craft
Susan N Aassahde Jan 2020
bedlam antelope smoke
medallion flick
coal tourist pocket
Susan N Aassahde Jan 2020
haze apron scuttle
ween cart
pigeon branch fury
J Hanover Jan 2020
Somber, solemn, maybe suffering
Slightly
Seeking answers to how I can tread
Lightly
Through this darkened time of mourning
How you left  with little warning

( chorus )
Orchids reaching

Towards the weeping skies

Back to the Earth

Pastel, muted, maybe tonal
Flowers
Dominate the room in which we spend the
Hours
Wondering if it will ever be of ease
To see you laying there resting in peace

( chorus )
Orchids reaching

Towards the weeping skies

Back to the Earth
Experimenting with form, and with format.
Robby Jan 2020
I know you are worth more than this
I know you are worth more
I know you
I know
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