"flutterer" poems
These frail mane still smells of coffin nail.
Hands..Struggling with metacarpus to trade the manus ..
stretch. scratch. Twirl.
Orbs: wide and wrathful:
Fluctuating the pupils
left and right
| Mad mad |
Concerntating on these screams..
screams into le noir lughole .
THERE!
I grasp your fluttering wings.
Oh you flutterer !
fluttering on C.
Fluttering hushed ..
Fluttering hasten..
fluttering to strive for nooks and blood.
Oh you flutterer!
erroneous target thee choosed.
Smash. Squeeze.
Alas!
now ease into mine ichor palms.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
hands seek the
blue ribbon--
the flutterer
in butterfly
scars.
catch it.
please. This too cannot
go to god.
The heavens
are glutted with
joy.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC