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June 9th 2026
Hearts bard-carved, spark starved Waiting impatient for starful starts Wading creation for heart-pull arts. My blazeous weed’s gaseously trapezing Arm reaches rafters more graciously these efficacious evenings; Your tree-seeding fingers spiff-gripping where it closest tapers. Tell from how this hotel’s ell-measuring elms of casement-entering light Caper around glyphs we drew upon our cliffs, carapace paper,…
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Unwritable
I pray, not for salvation For something too private to say Someone, They Forbade my elevation. Windborne warnings By way of reply Satan’s best sailors His angels of rape Violence’s princes dually sabre’d. Week’s midway O’er which plainsaying Mercury holds plaintive, unquiet sway. More soil could be spared, to hape In hopes of tying up…
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Torch circuit for souls
Always an addictive admix tincture scans thin to its needled needer. Tomorrow’s half fixity needily stalks what I am half picturing. Neither Deceiver nor too-credulous believer be. Levered threes. I cannot leave her be. My weed is full of seeds and frog dyed. Fox-slight frock-tight moon talks too tidily, leans into me Orions chews me;…
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Chasing the future
My happenings are acted out without prior arrangement These scattered pages tasked with fashioning passion’s maybes. The heath the witch keeps is breeze-reaved, wind-blasted Cascading back sable-rapt from a labia-bathed astral bath Where with gay abandon we dallianced like famished rabbits. Matrices. Knocks in crowded threes upon my door’s laboured teak This impatient comer’s fated…
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Moonstoner
White stones foam bright. Snow mode. Flying light. She’s blue dyed, phone light. Open holes. Low rise. Ozone. Open goals. Slow high. She peels down. My note rises. Feels my pealing soul, calms me down. Gown wound of eaten iris. Ball games. We’re fucking rough as the wall game, Eton type. Easeful. Peaceful. Painterly. Can’t…
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