Just a few lines.
Just dropping by.
Balance it.
Neustadt.
But it's small tragedy here on my rnd, visit your end.
Yeah flowers so.

Also, I mean.

Two pink trills beneath my dark moon.
Order her a newer face it will take away what hurts.
Me staying along the bank to hear the new king's words.

Tell me I have left of what I guessed to be my life.

I'll continue picking parts from the rusting owl.
My mouth with your blue lips I know now just how coarse.
I know that I'm far off course.

True. Truer aim.
And I now turn the key where graves are not.

The potter

If I am wrong.
If I am wrong.
Woe,
for what is done must come undone.


The ash behind our eyes forgiving guesses, non-English.

Her hands never knowing if A will equal A.

There are few roads to find.
A camouflage repeats the mistake and the sun is brought flowers.

Your containers of teeth.
Or is it repetition I must break?
No longer must I take the ears from a Titan's form.
No longer will I peddle for cord so thin.
Not in this market's sandy square.
Be it a square, a river, a helix.
All shapes and all colors will to make brilliance in these eyes.
Under the ashen rain.
Not a sentence to file away.
I'm behind the faux steel cupboard.

The meek shall inherit the art.
A mob of sisters clutching grains as treasure.

Marriage license.
The smallest finger removed Darling.
Without grotesque wine.
Her ring sparkling, yes a note received.

I can take myself away from the falling away.

Why am I waiting to pull my lungs from the water?
Not nearly pale enough nor clean enough.
And the sun, it shines.
In the same brick school or something closer, more similar.
Stuttering or am I not?
Do not respond overwhelmed.
Something is different.
These are no the things I want to hear.
Give me that picture you carry.
Or just tell me I'm worth it.

Oh close jaw come unhinged.
Florida and its curve bring new friends, new debts.

Fully polished.
Fully formed.
Neither fully sworn nor finished.

Do we know all that's coming for us?
The perfection of your line shoulder.

My closest way to bleed without a scar.
Feel so pointless holding your air above me.
The spiraling of Earnhardt's plane.
Concrete grave broken open.

By morning, darker bandages.

Against the white I'll remain blue.
A sobbing Lord offers a swifter kick.
Not a friend to the art. Nothing found in lies.
There was so much there to remove.

Find ourselves with darker bandages by morning.
My words shake in the pointed forest.
The harder we sail.
The harbor for friends of man.