foetal renaissance

And every place that's set wants more

Fat cradled hangs on gassed applause

Sad heart dark as a prune

Unlocks the tenderest tune

Romance sentimentality

Collects as does naiveté

In dusty giant mounts

In dusty giant mounts

Sneak down amoung the family trees

Careful not to knock loose any leaves

Two splinters in the womb

Come out and make some room.

dry so laters

Here is where it’s driest, her, drier than an Arabian fume. Foolish feat fed in, trumped and dusted; my yearn smashed in shards of shards upon. Gum pout of sorts. Caked with confusion, tart by error. A plate fault buttressed with cherries.
Dimple save me with your caffeine lakes. Text boat me sin inky ships.
Pipe out. Egg a fried slice and share a yellow tear through the mess that is your existence.
Ah the joys that non-hour love so fondly.

life is a hoax

out of blood

Swaddling clothes on a
Broken nose
High-ho's and
Silver brogues
Blows...
Pumpkin pants
On deep fried ants
And cherry darts
(That) pop hearts
In suds thrown out of blood.

as it is

Snap suckle
Horse-wing hoover-plate
Flying toward grass
Blade brick dust
Tramp lungs
On Wednesday.