Havannah knows,
Lays her head
On a bed of gold.
Dreams, her home
Among the last few bones.
Bold, and with attention to send
A head in the wind
Into a starstruck symphony
Symmetry of pain
Cemetery of names,
Pen and pencil
Paper and pistols
Apostle to change.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Spit and Polish
A time for you.
Pulse,
The gun fires again.
Not to bowl you over
But this one is permanent
Persistent
And always patient.
A monster for progress.
Hold on for your dollars
Those britches are flying in the wind
All spiders floating on the breeze
In dismay.
An aura of pretense, well away.
Maybe the cupboards are closing
Shelves stocked with feuding
A popular structure
Well away.
No harbor,
Apropos to name.
A motion to elect
Sonnet made
Frame of mind
Polished wane
A moon's delight
No more mimicry or tinkering in the bitter leaves of vanity.
A motion of delivery
Style of dictation
Spit and polish.
Pulse,
The gun fires again.
Not to bowl you over
But this one is permanent
Persistent
And always patient.
A monster for progress.
Hold on for your dollars
Those britches are flying in the wind
All spiders floating on the breeze
In dismay.
An aura of pretense, well away.
Maybe the cupboards are closing
Shelves stocked with feuding
A popular structure
Well away.
No harbor,
Apropos to name.
A motion to elect
Sonnet made
Frame of mind
Polished wane
A moon's delight
No more mimicry or tinkering in the bitter leaves of vanity.
A motion of delivery
Style of dictation
Spit and polish.
The Shape of a Dreamer
A mentioning.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.
The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.
A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
Seeing songs to settle the
Dust, enough.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.
The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.
A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
Seeing songs to settle the
Dust, enough.
Bubblegum Curtains in a Fog
a push for a pundit.
advanced tactics.
practically awarded.
A forehead heavy with refrain
A partial question.
A fallen leaf paradise
Somehow a feeling enabled
A list made distance
Sitting at a table
A miss made witness (sentence)
Always past
A glowing bouquet
I know an empty lake, a piece so plain.
All along my name
Runs rivers down the rind, a riddle for exchange
All the day can fall out of time
Expedite a facet
The mountain:
Placid, touted.
A noble trance
Pour: in turn gainful rapport
Prosperous contours
A magnificent offer, placing a bubblegum curtain.
advanced tactics.
practically awarded.
A forehead heavy with refrain
A partial question.
A fallen leaf paradise
Somehow a feeling enabled
A list made distance
Sitting at a table
A miss made witness (sentence)
Always past
A glowing bouquet
I know an empty lake, a piece so plain.
All along my name
Runs rivers down the rind, a riddle for exchange
All the day can fall out of time
Expedite a facet
The mountain:
Placid, touted.
A noble trance
Pour: in turn gainful rapport
Prosperous contours
A magnificent offer, placing a bubblegum curtain.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Peaches and Pearls
Today
In
A grievance
Two sides to your world:
Peaches
&
Pearls (lesions).
Pick a tune
Pick a pearl
Pick a noose soiree.
Day by angry day
A silhouette of seasons
Infractions on the legions
Piece by angry pieces
But if I were just a little bit bold
Throw in my towel,
Walk away.
Pis-ant, sounds a bit conceited.
Puissant, a pebble slips through my sense
Last grasp or glimpse
Albeit from allegory or reason.
Drop
Fast
A
Fence.
And well left
Gasping for breath
Like a fish out or left
On the land well there must be
A deep end...
Where do I go?
What do you see?
It is so quiet I could hear the breeze
Speak to me.
Tell me
Where do you go?
What do you see?
I see this discourse sailing
Apart from angry seas,
Where the seasons have a reason
And the dawn has an ease
(I conceive silence so I can hear you speak).
Abraxas venturing
Capital game.
In conscience tinkering well
And I'll be here again
When the morning comes
(You can't fool me twice).
Silhouette of sun.
In
A grievance
Two sides to your world:
Peaches
&
Pearls (lesions).
Pick a tune
Pick a pearl
Pick a noose soiree.
Day by angry day
A silhouette of seasons
Infractions on the legions
Piece by angry pieces
But if I were just a little bit bold
Throw in my towel,
Walk away.
Pis-ant, sounds a bit conceited.
Puissant, a pebble slips through my sense
Last grasp or glimpse
Albeit from allegory or reason.
Drop
Fast
A
Fence.
And well left
Gasping for breath
Like a fish out or left
On the land well there must be
A deep end...
Where do I go?
What do you see?
It is so quiet I could hear the breeze
Speak to me.
Tell me
Where do you go?
What do you see?
I see this discourse sailing
Apart from angry seas,
Where the seasons have a reason
And the dawn has an ease
(I conceive silence so I can hear you speak).
Abraxas venturing
Capital game.
In conscience tinkering well
And I'll be here again
When the morning comes
(You can't fool me twice).
Silhouette of sun.
Holy Macaroni!
Everything is sacred!
Nothing is sacred!
Holy macaroni
Love and matrimony
Tell me what happens
When you are done.
Subsistence:
Point to shin.
Nothing is sacred!
Holy macaroni
Love and matrimony
Tell me what happens
When you are done.
Subsistence:
Point to shin.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Misguided
Misguided, a traveling fervor
Twisting in time
Listening intently I pencil. Shivering slightly, a nuance
Appropriate for the song
Disproportionate to the dawn.
Elasticity and the travelling city
Bright lights and half truths stare back
At you a midst the midnight whimpering.
Position and the space in between.
Stationing. Interference. Prevalence
An exit. A gathering. Spotlights simmering
Waiting and debating
All the space in between.
A showering
Ecstatically mastering
Aesthetically fasting
Patiently.
Twisting in time
Listening intently I pencil. Shivering slightly, a nuance
Appropriate for the song
Disproportionate to the dawn.
Elasticity and the travelling city
Bright lights and half truths stare back
At you a midst the midnight whimpering.
Position and the space in between.
Stationing. Interference. Prevalence
An exit. A gathering. Spotlights simmering
Waiting and debating
All the space in between.
A showering
Ecstatically mastering
Aesthetically fasting
Patiently.
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