Autumn Matriarch (for my mother) the tears and leaves and crows find their autumn courses inside the vigil room and outside over blue hill bay...
AND IT GOES LIKE THIS...(lyrics) silhouette in the glow of remote control t.v. estimable and yet secluded in this singularity as the paint...
For Every Poet a vast white field that begs for filling the cursor blinking its impatience even when I think I've nothing to say the words...
Fodder I am uneasy as the smoke that struggles from my cigarette on this winter night my thoughts half a world away as sandy stretches sigh to...
well...i have a vowel fetish if you need another project
show off...pfft
most of my poetry is exactly the way it came out...usually in minutes...not bragging - i know how lucky i am to not have to do re-writes
that could not of been easy...and it plays well
Feasting Within Famine I dare not exhale knowing how fragile the moments are when all is right in my world wrapped up in this absorption of...
Fallen creation has again fallen and been spilled and spent on such little loaded words and little unloaded acts this is far less holy now...
CONCEPTUAL LITE zero calories in ideal packaging vicarious satiation conceptual lite shallow experience deeply opinionated attraction to...
it was quite insulting...then there are a lot of posts in this gay forum that are insulting and often not made by gay men
very nice flow
thank you both for the perusals, and supportive vibes...gotta love the uncommon sense of north carolinians
keramptha & sylvanlightning...thank you both for your perusal & kind words
Effervescence my senses follow your movements involuntarily since our lives have become woven into a tapestry there is the comfort of carefree...
Cold my lines have eroded to bare necessity no one can trample me better than me hard introspection naked estimation i would not know cool if i...
DOWNRIVER i watched the flow of my fears from the safety of the riverbank for too many years i have returned to that place where i stepped...
Etched your gentle soul sheds my defenses we are all ugly inside when we pretend to be but we are precious when we need to be my shortcomings...
"our own existance is questioned by men in suits, with peices of paper that mean everything. nothing is trying so hard to be something in a world...
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