tiny Mountain. Big hill. f l at lungs
won d e r f u l -~ no thing new ,,,
except age. 16th’s in n o t e s 32nd’s
and 64th’s to die at 128th’s! Ten finger’ed
or 12? my bled heart ||-> soul and broken
fingers … who EATS shattered thoughts
and pieces of tiny angry bumble bees : ghosts
with flesh. Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 yums.
dessert is Clair de Lune.
:: 04-20-2019 ::
OUTSIDE the silence the machine
E A T S my liver
screws my tender insides.
For all the failures wishing
i could not think of living
the beautiful memories
of yesterdays /i’m a failure
of tomorrows\ rolling dead
eyes in a river & thick
rooted hairs screaming |
THE END COMES so easy
watch the sunlight dim
in a moment all dream
time screams by(e)
dear___i knew not of you
but married twice believing
–>take/took my heart
and slung it around the sun.
OUTSIDE the machine
eats you & me. screws
our tender parts.
:: 04-20-2019 ::
 | MY WIFE — E.P. Roble… on MY WIFE |
 | Kritika on WHAT IS LOVE |
 | Shanyu on YOUR LOVE MADE OUR WORLD |
 | YOUR LOVE MADE OUR W… on YOUR LOVE MADE OUR WORLD |
 | asthaisha on L I S T E N |
