vascular pushes...

vascular pushes
fuller and more, and most
haemorrhage-
ing and i

hate, and hate, and
hate, So and, it’s
not bountiful

An Open Letter to a Lover

ah, you know, why, i can't condemn, but still, were where that's
interyerness... fine enough words,
i wondered about my street (Agricola) when you said you might be there, bought some
beer, though i had a lot, i don't know why, but, then i did so, is.
drunk, phased in and out, on my bed, then, know woke, food,
and drink-ins to the more substance
i have,

foolishness, as this may, i think you did, some wrong,
or at least have some sympathy, to what it might cause,

no longer a thought of stopping by, no time, to seek,
any realization, only, to escape, some feeling that
is created, i guess, i still have that, i still care,
and it will for a long time, so, i ask, not to

present unless you truly wish to,
because it cause such a disturbance,
alas, i will always find to be a fool.

A New Year

well i was holding to a large measuring cup
Full of assorted stolen liquors.
The hosts had gotten busy with this, own ends,
and i had none. I found my friend, who had started
a second Scotch whisky bottle. “We’ll still drink and will”
Smashing out containers.

Seemly though one and she would not quit, or know well enough,
Speaking flings ‘you sure disappointed about my friend’ mid-length black hair and trendy cuts of cloth she wore, -was she the one i made speak Russian?
being rightly so i took to the road of self-deprecation, ya, you still
are, so, i’m an asshole? Why don’t you just hit me Huh?
She did with two mild punches to my chest, giggling
slightly, coyly ‘your turn’
and thus slapped her with conviction, across her short face.
She now cries out ‘you don’t slap girls’
oh? Ya well i just did. And now,
she walks off, and i can get along.

Blasted across

Blasted across, my screens, it creates a techno-coloured diffusion drop.
But, honestly it is strong beer, i had gotten a message, from a past and it broke all
The momentum, i had already before midnight, fezen to hateful sounding, and unfolded
Blankets, catching, the disturbances, now, non-affixation, i could hardly feel like copping cents

Young and likely

Your crudity
is present, in
all the wrongs,
that

One could softly
cover, as you inter-
ject.

Paining, Pains, Pain

platinum release,
All in over a few
Days, and we called

Him out for, his
Dynamic, approach,
Which could, not
Always be
Appreciated

...

a brazen hue verging upon
particles, settling for a little
time in the milieu, thatist inawell amongst
those joints spiralled along
native dust pillows

Ajhn

Ajhn

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Eatable gaffes, contaminated, gas, risen upon lanterns that will light, signatures to be placed upon
Those warrants, totalling inculcation of purity.
Sorting

4 sets

no, no, no
miz well strip the
letters down to
there depository

_______

there is guilt, and there is guilt, and
guilt. Prodding in from the
side-paths.

________

let the ring
let the hand, parch
and take hold.

______

how, we are
bent on death
bent on feedback
recoursing up
the stairwell

________

un-pre-none

And Hazus is not Watering

As if I
Was, there
Between long
Algorithms, (parks)
Compositing.
Compositioned.
Frantic, - is some thing
We shared
Alternatively

The specter recounts

There the captured
Hath, a
Loss of communication
Had reserved a
There, – (and was now a letter)
Which needs addressing

La-ne la vi-da lock

The specters are about there
Hunt.

Pre-casas-eska

Necessary letteral
so there the status changed
we (acquired) anothers, its sorting
of plaque

Such casual sorrow, tags like lot
As now covered in flush upon pail
Lateral jests

So, the is be where they
All prodding upon tasks
(sips) essential reverberation
wards, signal, presentation

talk! Being timrical
as that she might partake in
biome of alter worth
Myth streeted hair, as
They all where

And thus
Talaaz
Shadow king meet's veil

Yarn about the Hills

You mean you don’t change door
stops every few days? Lasting
weeks is best!
Brustling upon, to stoops of metallic
rails, extending out on an exposed
subterranean station, here
the elements still reach. Crossing
does a man in
fedora and gray off brown
jacket, harder of face, aged
in counting 50 ’s -is supposed.
As i call, to your form, aloft
is it, to give preamble
to each action, surely
psychosis would prevail
even there, if not, a lot
another consideration.

Artifice Caked Plaster: an Ode to Those i Will Need To See

Those days of idealistic vigour
Back in the days before the conversion,
Well still red wine splatters did not dissuade, to
inevitability.

Before the precessions on lost –minds, blips, of ecstatic rescore
blossoms of idiosyncratic rational between ash rain
blacking on the plateau abyss amongst the hidden hills, where Meadows
of tar, swirl
brandish the swords, brittle into dissolved memory.

Pressing along the walls, coffee fucked, riddled shekels, breezing tension.
another! Call on, another! Wavering favour to the highest limos.

Not Yet

to have a dream, is to hold,
and to dream once of hearts
so cloth like; velvet is to
write upon those as soil
blossoms up with stark
lift, by resistant seed. only
harped upon those snuggled by
winter's embrace.

it was as here to depart
to lot the footing compressed at
the intersection's opposing sides where
we were not looking one
could suppose, at yet
thyn halusentic sculpture

has not your features but those
of whispers covering all the form

Our Looks

We thought the sick would move, sprout our desires, and heal our morbid fixations, we built networks to contain, but still the spread did not quell our fantasies. Once we looked upon the sores, there could be no taste, which could cure our longings. Believed to be the interventions, the candied copies of our formulas, written into screenplays, which we rehearsed and re-taped over repetitively into being able to capture the exact moment of screeching, when the life yarns snapped, covered in welts, bruised into mundane matter.

Deep in light

Found
The crossing be a part of the jumps bought in reverse,
I saw the eyes, bound to the ground, hidden undering the straitened jet hair.
Picturing softer words minimus and wondering only spoken well
To comply with the industry across the ferries way and crossing shipyards
There one spoke of an interest in suppressed conditioning closed timidity, but
The knight fallout, after.

Halfway, and Still Breathing

Let no other speak
Past those ordinates
Masturbate towards endless concussion
Below the threshold empty
Streets, fans spin inconstantly
The bed does not die only
Last words can creak.

pose in good posture

torrent of bleach, maluation finely carve's upon the sentient cartel.
bore and vexeded. brimmed hood upon the will's secret jangle, beneath the lantern
denouncing sermons brought upon these ashin hovels.

Here, were the mire hardly parts leichen staggering through the underfoot blanks.

winding along acrossing.

grabs, attention exhuming interchanges, lacings a network of ravines
were a trolley in blight harnesses a clutched dilution of sensitivities.

switches whirl with at de-nerved posture mockingly in eternal.

In the Confines of an Examination

Nice to meet you... it was


as time took away from the lily-pavement,
padded along steep lodgings the
nowhere, spooked. home yet, precessions
may be an ordeal, however in
the rites, pressed in; a reverse on
the part of a canary’s state could
shock, and only those whom, pre-lit
might be upheld to condition
an hourly care of the maid – for
weight upon
those whom flight may come
abruptly in fits of astonishment
prolonged to bushing sudation.

Stationary Distance

High fighting decay in barbiturates
to hold atonality unable, To walk out through
the underside of our pardons before
never once being caught in a further grasp.
Locked in overpass.

Well Beauty Across

Seasonal languish part
Thems purple rose bout
Slow shades underline bound coil
Dangling locks

During the relished stabs
The less to even see that of
Which one holds to be imperative
To so cheeks, heralding blossom
Vanish. Courted away in black
Cold-blue lip ripples

A Glance at the Psyche-Pop Russian Weather

dissolution, particularly around fuzzed out cylinders,
visions of ecstatic, monopoly, towers over
green drops, sticking along the fusion lit, performance
towards appal reunion.

Precession of Outcome

It’s not enough
The empty no longer fills in the space
The black towering obelisk
Radiospectrol transmits telosfocal fire-rain signal
Upon the entire cloud

The corps is being carried
And i can put my hand through it

All in Plan side

To see atomic rain upon
the setting sun and
saw the tides in it all a
parting flung all the
stars to be
smashed upon the shores of the
neutered new world

then the slow mingle allowed graceful
flows in the coroner spectacles uncovered
periphery within a tiled
coy.

But the meander
Still took each out of view