Tag: love
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The Birds of Florida
Effervescent tortures, ordure, orders overtures, formerly cured Bored Epicurians, chew-jaded. New ancients. Plated. Blue jade Screaming until I’m blue faced. Pen’s pace apes moon phases. Tunnel boring, I’m devising new ways to cross ocean floors; Brunel in the morning. Who can tell that you’re mourning? The mask which fell, whose impelling spell hid your glory,…
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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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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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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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Never hold the line
I am soon-quartered Chinese Gordon With mandarin jacket, gore-wet sword Impatient to avoid taint by glory’s oil In a Mahdi-cordoned Sudan. No more madding stalling orders. No more you can’t. Slow, pleasant tortures. Fugues; fumes; blue plants. Nude snaps. Two caps. Mute laughs. Two that yet haven’t, haven’t yet. Set inhabits my body. Amulet red;…
Alchemisland 