such an hour or twocount the number of your charming facessuch an hour or two19 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
as though divining the first time
as though divining to the one that
bled to the storyIt's changed and I don't think it's eitherbled to the story19 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
their own way to be the same way as a
man who is a lot brighter than I thought,
or even if it was just a few of the first
places to stay.
Ovid Fissure BranchAbsurd druid yells to fifth BaghdadOvid Fissure Branch1 week ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Focused cubic rush,
Shabby effigies anguish.
Powdered ArmsAccommodate your sins and hate, burn out inside your acid state. Take out your guns and fire away, you've only found your awe betrayed.Powdered Arms3 weeks ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Apply the powder to the guns, you know this substance feels so snug. Breathe in the sulfur that you break, how long before your awe's at stake?
Take in the powder on the glass, while these guns consume all of brass. I know this breed will never last, so put on your sulfur filled mask.
So break away, inside this state. Fire to the light, slowly will fade. Arms to the sun, end night and day. These powdered arms, their hands betray.