musical trust breaks sin
blacks of sacks of soft oranges
sex in erasures
. varicose wax patinas of
times souvenir times fumbles
doubled arguments of cherries
light is benched on a seat next to an artist named sylvia
she counts their fingers and calluses
. acute tragedies of a mouth
crepuscular dead blossoms beauty dead lights blossoms of monsters drawing boxes
a single slice of meat pie
we are watching good. old fashioned infomercials on atheism & kegels.
honest kegels smoking honest joints and sewing light. I text you
you paw me some love and couch our feet. feet the kitchen floor is covered in snow.
loves now in paws and pretty boys. sigh a note a restaurant
hungry. a hungry error notice in a text.
what a pile of shit fido. hands hands like nascent premonitions.
of lassie getting shot
lassie asleep eating chocolate masturbating on a green park
unlucky i suppose, although being an involuntary master in a lexicon of paddle boats sounds quite lovely.
asks about the death dried alien pins
we death them genius
stroke of hands, in your gum
fleshy like weeds. we death them
genius is the star of colors
haloed copper mosquitoes, we rely on her insects, acolytian bromeliads
she makes of must of moths of improbable
dressed in envelopes
diurnal vegetate the could be of an acoupling of hours beating
beautys chaperoned bleed
we give birth to printed flames the
wings swanlike we abort
tears the slant the nothing of milks the nothing of spermatozoa the nothing of a noted
grey flummery. a yellow hello
elated symmetric shadows, transparent partitions, of light
we kisses and curses in a circus
stains of honey dust
there are some that have addresses inexistent
death a deceased
a hibiscus optimist
I am the false napkin
beads of a moral still the sun
I stiletto to a silhouette
when stains pass I push inside me something erotic
precipitate your thigh, thigh, rough, hand
the universe sweats sweet
plush piles the evens of a monarch
I am sowing, butterfly skin to the backs of your eyelids
the lips of womens vibrate fire
of children and produce among threads of a littered afternoon. the raw of a mŽnage. whisperings
husband heal art hibiscus bleed self kind of burned. auburn, less
a self wander of apricot live rinds
stemmed blued. burned bees, flat. baskets of boxes soaked in windex
make it stretch
strand muscle necks strapped to brass guitars me.
metallic grates grill grammed cocoed and static
husband, glide. torn.
bed sheets serve a cause.