In a craven cave that caiman Romans will soon know I am removing a rose’s disapproval from a lion’s toe. An ailing lion whose able feet are thorn-reaved My hands pull it clean I heal every weeping beast and bleeding heel I see If I cannot be a writer which spiteful time might keep I… Read more: Thornpull thornful (A lion’s approval)
Less eager to set at ease Those who by sunup Would be deceased My life the run up Without release That runway stretches on and on Like what Ozymandias sees. At runaway slave speeds Knowing nothing would impede I tested every promised steed Rising gears. If engines could rear. With fingers splayed to an experimental… Read more: (no title)
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a… Read more: Homemade ogre mask
A curse are these nerves on me. When she places her Stapler operators On my babycreating apparatus My courageous lapsed and like something caged and routinely slapped I let happen what I shouldn’t have. Tonight half a demon-communion moon looms Maroon-brethren red, tonally bred Between Japenese mapleleaf and asshole knife-raped painfully. Fucking hell. I shrink… Read more: Emotions are hats
A shaken palm frond’s pagan breath entered disturbingly The west window left unerringly on vent, to prevent damp. Stirred to animation’s vainness The fragrant birdnest cresting Her saint-curing hair’s knotless knotty undress. Wonderous wander-pushed eyes Bright tho’ sunless like Buried dandelion wine A plundering pirate’s hideout of mine; Tide-close in glow and cold as no… Read more: Breathwork
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