Her coppers whiskey-full tumblers and better
To suffer peripheral vision is not enough an
Old position perpetual emotional she hammer
Stole the thunder from my imagination a mind-
Full goliath until every body comes home no more
…Fist fighting or counting shattered roses music
Is blood on white feathers every second hesitant
This snowman sunders in well-lit residences it
Showered at sunset though sans lightning teeth
A murder of gentlemen crowds one out of view
The tips of fingers slip apart in the shuffle the
Problem of ego she loves me abased on a fence
Makeshift and with none of the common decadence
Deadlocked past tense never alone attended am i
By falling star climbing a killer’s smile to heaven
While a tiny jungle is made of careful maps scarred
In primary palate along her honeyed inner thigh
To suffer peripheral vision is not enough an
Old position perpetual emotional she hammer
Stole the thunder from my imagination a mind-
Full goliath until every body comes home no more
…Fist fighting or counting shattered roses music
Is blood on white feathers every second hesitant
This snowman sunders in well-lit residences it
Showered at sunset though sans lightning teeth
A murder of gentlemen crowds one out of view
The tips of fingers slip apart in the shuffle the
Problem of ego she loves me abased on a fence
Makeshift and with none of the common decadence
Deadlocked past tense never alone attended am i
By falling star climbing a killer’s smile to heaven
While a tiny jungle is made of careful maps scarred
In primary palate along her honeyed inner thigh
* * *
Indeed this love was a brass and glass construct
* * *
Lures hang in the trees from where i come and you
Will know me by the great mounds of fishwife tears
Lining the rivers and following bank to shore of sea
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“fishwife tears”
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