Shinning through the skies & of nothing particular continually towards the dark azure, where minds and hearts shimmer __
eats souls and young hearts in your young evening
— the tulips, all colors and a pessaries of ectasy!

i said hello, when the weather was wet and tight
for their living; the lily dring pink loathings
from your lonely mouth!

Monsieur de Kerdrel’s fleur-de-lys

i screamed into the night and heard no thing
love crosses through customs ; your purple
bra bathe, swells in the morning breeze

— as a painter i painted roses as your
vagina / swollen with a thousand octaves!
i am the son and the heir of a criminal
heart of lust and soul — you shut your mouth
taking of blue lotuses or sunflowers,
pint footprints of basset-hounds in moon’s
silver twilight;

 oh, shiny vulgar sex object-man:

i go about things the wrong way —
dickinson window stanz form;
following young girls making communion!

i pull the weeds and the old greenery,
standing upon their own — they go home
and want to die. pulling vegetable fancy
flowers — forsaking cock-‘d men;
and old gallons — not rattlesnakes.

just vegetable dolls.

:: 08.31.2020 ::