Streets run empty in my city.
Lay down and wake up elsewhere.
Horrible screams of joy as springs
creak and sheets rustle.
Laughter with jumbled incorheritness
pours out holes in the wall.
Prepare For Silence vr.2
it was, it is, it shall be shy
till hell has thawed a tad,
slogans instead of thought
no touch, only the bleak
tanned on purpose
attractive to toxic inhalers
printed on a kite 3
There is a hint of darkness, soft and warm,
Within you moving, darkness that defies
All senses, shielded from the brewing storm
By the safe shelter of your lazy thighs
That will stand guard and...
Promise # 2
Prepare For Silence vrby
printed on a kiteby
Prose Poem Prolixby
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