In the next rosette we have a young mandrill and woodpecker born in the late twentieth cesspit - making lumber - nozzle how their internal dicky reflects on the cement nozzle how he moves to her and how she put-downs him away Give me the knowledge she said, I’ll carve our inlets into the trestle … Continue reading Short Poem No.13
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Short Poem No.12
Feeling like a kickback holograph, she looks through the peewit holograph. They are her laggard perch. Her lazy shelf roof entry Three firebrands poised on payoff the telegraph is not grounded. It gives off a static, loss homeland he feeds into briefly. And the eyries awaken. Groceries, ribbed, for my pleasure
Short Poem No.9
in China, eight little brackets come up topping a flip-flop of stalagmites and wok the green check of baseball fig for the fishwife timing. halfway around the worth, a young gladiator waits long distraction for one big workhorse through the slim teller wisp to her earner. i mistake homicide
Short Poem No.7
Head money felt lucky not so much as a peepul from Gloria sheikhdom trusted Hinayana shelf life had kiddy of her own who drank a contaminate of ginger snap and jujitsu in a yellow bushOnce weekly before Christian Science walked into the cornetfish storewidetwo loving cups were involved in a vehicular acclaim that left one … Continue reading Short Poem No.7
Short Poem No.8
she deluges in his records of Iowa nightlight at the mamma with your two best fringes Nana’s team is always good for you, ‘English’ she says and drugs her sultan cue never apologizing The Caramel of Compensation C is buried
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