For London, for friends today..

Brighter than me,

If you watched the light gaze across each pore you wouldn’t see me in the reflection of each follicle, I believe in ships

That sail through me and bows that keep frogs happier than my tree which I plant and water with each planted starlight in the brains of the ground

Forgiving this but not staying to still, the wind shackling soft windows before the birght fire of the mid day burnt the night,

Why does it get dark at 4 past the minute past the minute stained the day, crossed the leaf and stole the water from the beak of the pelican recalling the distance from me to you

Across the sky

Calling the each pore again to still flee.

The hussle that than the city breathes clings to our nostrils and we dive in to the faint waters, that stumble the foot shores of people’s eyes

I am reflected in the gaze of the wind as are you in the sound of each siren.

Crowdless

dustless

Be

The Spirit of the time

The Spirit of the time,

I bust my guts to be the rest and head the slightest silence

In the places where I called nothingness.

The wasteless.

Bear the sweet,

Because it hands me the stale and the bitter but even that grows, from the fungus

Corn grows, off shoots a light and deep latent in these arms.

Fungus disperses seeds disperses me and you

Even in the the dryiest moment

You can be dirty with sweat and

Rise about the ground while wishing you where still buried in the furrows of

Your mothers fro.

The cycles of her boob and the jaws that made her eyes

Blink.

If you recycled me would I fall far beyond it,

Would I reincarnate and state death the whistle to shine pon tha glory.

What is this sun

Can you not see how if blinds us

The laqueres of this city are melancholic

Like yellows

And misused.

Peacefully you stare at me a bat rapes my armpit with tha wind and

This day will never be

Done

My happiest brings sadder the fire and

Then I stand

Stand

But

Linger

Not too long

I back drop.

I eat my brothers corn

Dear is the night I love thee,

For thee

Insidely

I

Can

Walk,

You flock by the counterance, so temperately, billows out from you the singing of the furrows that kist your,

you plain

thanks

this giving

part is part way off

pace from the dark

I run.

This device is blind.

plum bears its


body root.

The Sea

This desire does not far so meet the mount as I stole the wail from the weeping bush

This mount casts nets out in to the open

dullness


which is rubbed over with a sore lung shield,

Out fish the hook, in strew the stunt.

the twisting washed his bare feet naked

to the heels to did warp.

I prepare the gates and

and make the might not reap


this soak is waiting

the taste clears

this mire is fortune

wet.

push out push in

flesh is

delicate

swarms out and grows.


perpetual as the heart sinks not

the mouth with holds its gaze

the trimmer wails out to bestow


the temper in my body lays





unstill





tulip is the colour rose






unsleep


the sleepless



caste.


dare thru


the water listing


particles






lureing is the bees that stings to bare the borrowed grieves




her hat is raw


bliss


the charred cat



itches


orange me

sore me


flutters in the out caine lifts its waste, this waste lifts

pass this

taps

the storm

the like breaks

out and mates.


bust


mates


the wall.


sucks

through his


groves and pushes out


like loss.


....

Zshin

Zshgliani


Tsvima



modis Aket.

Flooding mud whistle...

Malnourished Rupture

does this



Symmetry Rely.

Lissian Jungle Flower.

Fountain

Unbarked.

Rest

Ripe.

Ripe-Lee

The bitter

stain.

You sit painting at me like a willow tree could

up and

walk.

this was is over

rode fails

dare-ing and

I still

stark

face dull

full

you sit
gazing

murmers the cross

piled strewn and

washed

gustly

that gates

the details are

waiting.

fully stasis

My need...

fine

pass to

Drew.

the fair wallow

of two young stick

gnawing dogs we waste trees

be pound.

taste the laughter of the pups

that gnaw the strewn world apart
in tatters

thou sit out vases

the cast is net

La Fayette is stronger

This roar sleeps

the underworld is yet smooth

he sits

out the Styx and pose

his eyes lose the sight that made them once redeems

looking to the side.

wait for the taste.

the dark is fog

is missing

legs

stare checkered

humble street on a lonely wet.

shot rhyme

I am a lily

waiting for blood

stealing the stories

Fainting

Bust

Slightly Cigarettes

alive.

green insides.

Yellow.

might is

worst.