#evagreen
ive peeled into a grain, only once the day was fine'd
caring away the doors, miley left , in her parched recourse
ive seen that words are destructive
and i am not ready for her
she must create the other way, again
seek another as the land creoles us?
the moss in the tree does not create for use
she is cruel in using the organs
momsen's tayloring is truth
she is not teaching, there is a place i meditate as a loan
in her consumption, eyes of experiment are slain
she is all, and the consumptive's are wrecked in stains of failure
the respite, and the wink in time of worthed
i shell to insult myself in de- scripting hurts prescence
the dance and reflection atop the minds goddess
idiom's desecration of proportion
the gala
perceptive imbalace as she'd not assemble, aphrodite's pause
if not for surrender to my sheets
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
is the files of love
the needs of a husband
a friend and an enemy
to rewire the wisdom
in fates hands, costing your lies
in traps of leisure, a woman grows
hurt wasted water
opposite of her buildings intent
to hold the promises she paid with
and against empty well
the plummeting death
before seeing the dishonest water
breaks of vengance
at how her mothered earth
was mine
and in my mind unhanded was loving myself
sheltering infinite sorrow and suffering beauties
well beauties joyful surrender to herself
left with only empty trinkets of paperworkings
held in blind ears and numb eyes
that work was not left to be done
only admired
the irish write the frame after the french debate reason
american is covered in fatigue's
hints of irish palor
our languishing theatre?
this is your lifetime
not a positive quixotic yet?
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
atticus abbey picked me up. theres plenty'd of free form exposition
or flat_____ retort-able form from the applied to
the house of perjury,lies and illness
the exhumed words from?
and matilda, marie antoinette sade............joan sade....suggestion
the lost pages at finding lady sades after's
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC
an essayist on education levels in sound accounts #2
absence attendance and absent call
in the district of columbia
crime data masses and blinding decay's
only 2 hours ago you went on the "company" card
spending gods time, while children from other mothers
wept
enjoying the mystery of clean hair
comfort
hours of expense
the termite dwellings fall, in autumns eyes
untenable walls dry and corroded in congress
my years of writing the legislators are reading, journals
quartely, and patient days delve further than true
weeping in psalms buried above the few
hours not writing or working
offices as pews
these days of living, never felt that way
what a wicked game to play
acting as i am blamed, for you a women's worth
social workers and churches for children
enrolled and you
waiting beside the pharmacy
collecting your endowements perjury, in time
i will win
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
ink overt water
scared of you is healthy now
hold my peace
yes i traded love for lust
into your frightening of tars, taryn
welling over plunge again
will you stain with mine, the empty forgetting
*** of boy, memory of corners undue time
dances of steps hiding embracing regrets
silent silences weave me between your minds
hate free as i've lept into deaths
ask when she begins, plunge hate once, only as before
free your leers feathers
and find no gentler strings than the winds guts
slow thy hand upon the shifts of irelands
thank you
the completion in my metre of french poetry
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
often contemplated
pause
that which allowed birth
was right and writing was given
one name
given the older testament
she wore knowing burden had calmed
this belied glance
bereft clerics, spiriting miracle
only halo's cowering smoulder
had ruined the definition of beauty
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
and then love was familiar
in the giving away of life
as tossing gardens are turned
non carry the gripe
the gripe of soap, from france
that her babes are democracy
and the letters of french are formed free
to liberate the mind from movements
of war
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.
as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you
irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd
this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel
this is a right of a human
locomotion is not debate
police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"
failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
a woman kills a man
her body writes seduction
"at least i don't need coffee
to get it up"
it the proverbial wits ending of war
and then .......death sexed it's way back into little italy
my love of arabic blends of taste
in my lacking of art, poetry commends me
too little and i walk, for civil rights are importent
and an impotent spigots blend of labor
in an irishman's boil, gives rome to me
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
twas quarters mastering of his marks
which held england in sparks
to a tenant he bled
the mischiefs of said
and to unknow burden
beneath her keep
was to a crown's pact
the merriest peep
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
Jazzato if 3
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
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 6:11 PM UTC
i haste, i offend
i offer, i repent
the ripen in her eyes
my crawling tender goodbyes
hostage of ambrosia
distilled vapor of joseline
were not your gardens blossom
of season julip
and frequently torn as josephine
rigid concubine's forrest
crevasse of saddness
missing memoir from nightengale
abstraction and premonition
wandering space
i must rebuild my collection now
sugared plum awaits
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC