Easeled lust.
Easeled well, you’re my canvas, girl, you’re chiaroscuro, swirls of umbra whiffs of floribunda, you’re my light in dark, my chocolate. You’re weight- less words, a pillowed wait for spring, […]
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No more queues, or I be darned
Spelling spilt in split of hairs i spread your words and sentence letters into sentences make sense and scare your false pretense, as if you say: TOMATO I wonder who’s […]
The first in first perspective
When I see eyes of children starving, bellies swollen. I wonder if my problem lies in first of first perspective. The I in I, the eye for eye and maybe […]
The music of wait
There’s a melody, a voice of myself: a timbre, a tone a faintness in echo of ash; a footstep that’s planted in stealth in the night, a fading finale, a […]
Stare freed
Stare-freed stir-fed pony- tailed (told) in id- led linge- red robin’s gli- ded, gilded songs. Straight blacked thistled dead & casketed. For Shawna’s thistle — February 23, 2016
