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The silence of
listening
Lilac sunlight on
the edge of words
unspoken
she sighs
a leaf drifts in
his eyeline
The Power of Fragility
footsteps in the rain
#DimpleVerse
this strange obscenity
left unhinged from a ruins of broken times
aged
now advances
seizing the mind with unspeakable thoughts
weighs heavy up the curvature of the spine
this body bent forward
scuffles in walk
as though shamed
under a loving gaze
seas to sewer
sweat
and consumption
thirty dollar crocodilian
in a high rise;
my 2 out of 5
economy
I swept my neighbour
‘neath the rug
with red blessings
world peace on leaves
I spy, bordering
damnation and gold
as the chior sings
total pitch control
barebreasted and back
buckled, to the bone
a taste of the subversive
and come hither
I thought it... but;
nevermind
fantasy, fucking nought
bind thee
and
ne’er free
a la vodka
life goes on.
#vss365
I hear her in the static
calling out to me
alone in the quiet of night
my #kindred self
so close yet so far apart
she lives in a parallel of my world
#Ashverse
We drank our marriage on the rocks
Kept the bottle, threw the baby
Filled the glass time and again,
Never smashing, only smashed
Making every shot the last one
Till the Alcohol sunk a hole
And falling down, we drowned emotion
Finding nirvana in a sea of numb.
dammed and so damned
he sat
pockets weighted
contemplating, a lost art
deontological
shifting horizons
the leaves, tinged purple
the darkness perceived
nought but thought
the flesh, starved
the wolves
will not eat
tonight
decayed
the garbage
the bags that carry this rot man made
n we programmed
good lil robots n our plastic bags
our minds loop
get a grip get a grip get a grip
Profanity of state tortured confessions, what secret wisdom to be found, beneath the wordless desperation, inhuman cacophony of sound
Ever so for terror over truth, what good should look again, upon a hand that burned another, ripped away the innocence from youth
#CStarPrompts