In somes

handcuffed, spewing
rhetorical messages
is Inevitably iconographic, never
the less, further from
some warm Encounter

arising intoxications

now settling in, now forgetting your decision
embrace, along the second steps, your broken lines,
soaked, bathroom inhales, softer sheets bellow than
in, each night before.

Corner glass

trash looking grips there at
slashed smears tipping around
wire strung hangings, figure turned aside

arises

Taking care, chatter mirages to the corners of your ear
scarlet’s Indian journey leaves your shawl
so, twist as slippery ices in kırmızı wind wander you
towards a different address

Nor settling on
every hazards
appraised valence

Containing as Before

tricks playing as, one
might be restless chased,
at a para-autodogmatic uncorking
into spillage, as lightly bitter
soils, where now all growth
sees intoxicated

there is no bicentennial masquerade

ripping paper, from the left hand, no there is no blood, but some might see a little bit of pealing,
water, from the forehead, this is in no way, meant to intimidate or detoured, only as an extension, to those, quick seconds, that could repeat, for a timely, manner in waiting rooms, always sitting on the contour table, that, you seek.
there is a temperament, which can be only found in side of the blemished gardens of those young follies.
sitting arose for the pretention of things only gods, could be pondering as never looking forwards to the yonder blossoms, those too far away to create in enigmatic,
blots only, beliefery , to
maintain repression, maintain its regressive nature, don’t what to allow, don’t what to converge so will, let the ropes slide, let it all contain a
monogram

Open

Withers fleet

choked, is in.
hid, ripples
across somnia

Meetings How Far

now, letin at, is
being sung courageous
minuscule, stigma