"teg" poems
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
I will always believe in wonderland
endless clouds
rain pouring in buckets of green
sun shining till the purple fades to pink
the blue grass always changing
light to dark hues
I will always believe in Hell
endless sorrow
rain pouring with hate, grey and bleak
the sun never shining, only darkness
the ground only dirt
shadows creeping in and out
BUT
I Will
ALWAYS
Believe in Wonderland
my love always given
my hate as well as my sadness
expressed in buckets of tears
and bouts of laughter
Always believe in Wonderland...
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Oh yes,
Night terror, history:
The Orders of Guessing Hypothesie
Oven bubbling mutton
Ew, ew, ewe!
Nettlijg kethered kips
cym built
Figuring out the beating sounds
Against
Irony, Ann, me butte you plateau
Dactylic appraisals the young unable,
Kip Candy Whack
Fuzzy teg legs the lanolin glutton of mutton
The muted toot-toot of a train's course of traction no left or right
Just go.
Just reverse.
Weighted out fears for
Anxious rhymes with
Don't speak the heavy metal in the ending if he jungle. Danger plays to a child at play one day
Some pillows trying but something doesn't count.
Beautiful yours
Beautiful Hers
never fast again
eat and eat kirbojrrrrrrrr
Rich composition
Simple eyelids
Nictststensldnebt
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
the cheque the bank sent me slowly di
sin teg
rate
d
he couldn't perform
the constant image of the black Converse trainer on the dead leg of Kurt Cobain just put him off
modern day Moses
spammed everyone with the 10 commandments but they went I read
lost in the junk mail
amongst adverts for ******** pills and serums that will give you strong
healthy hair
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC