DUSTY HOPE

Category: daily fill

  • Graft

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    Plunder bunnying after The Idea is a reflectivity old as sea along with its wretched desolation/delivery Tribulation piracy.  And I know now Stinky was a robbery that devoured – that Em is a flesh eating flower, and that it gave birth to my beautiful treachery – I know thats the cruces. That madness is (in…

  • Kick Over Chair

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    Rotten profess the kind who are kind in practice enuff for to impart as randy dandy candy, what arrives with crusty sweetness, as to my roll around in the visiting tongue. With delight, at the mangy sharp practice, but it wont do me any good? Yes it does yes it did. Heaven forbid. Heaven is…

  • Humble Pie ✅

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    Roll call. Every neg. That spikes the plunder. Now can pop like bubble wrap. Think of as capture. Put in columnar as artifacts that rhapsodize. Rolling with the thunder. One foot hopper. Holy mulct ? Every wag hog creates hampers, and cavorts with titillations in mulct that rallies with love. Work thru the moo cow…

  • Phishing License

    Phishing License

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    Hears whistles, street long trains rains one day, again undeterred. The beam the screamers find if, any, were impeccable, to a valley and a side and a who to glue drew. Old fears like dead gods lived cruelly underground twisting this way that way. High landers gushing flow and crow. The waters waiting in bleaksville…

  • Oats and Dray

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    Novella Now Working On. Fluidic remorsers. With lots of attributionals, Beckett the absurdist shows up in accumulato phrasing as a free dusty. Joyce freedoms too, but curving toward shakespear, for that play bird build word take it to the surd family of formations. Particles go lightly mysteriously pursued. Glues against something massive and passive and…

  • My brother the warrior

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    Brother was first enemy. Ow. Falling is time, it falls in on me. His bloodwork fills skies. Hobbit not one for moving. Moving. Oh swords kids angry jet Fret bet dimmmm. Heart of warrior, chases the heart. Death takes a bath here — its everything. Cant make sense of it. slobbering dwarf of sorrow. Grief…

  • Flower Drums of Paris

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    First Draft 3.8.20/ Much Still to Edit 6.26.21 — It has a floor, and that floor is its doors, every line opens up a closet and looks in, via la lang bang. Every freedom that pops up in usage and time, is pursued. And repetitions lacing through also give it the sense of a floor,…

  • 02 Cars from Mars

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    Jumper Evils Puddling with jumpers — races after epiphanies — a defender of splendor, with a spoon for the moon. Shadows fetch through darkness after strains of ugliness, wistful and yearning, tremblers a tyranny of honor and lust. Defiant from reason. Bursts of the holy moly is a resistance to future. Waves bathe in wonder…

  • Weave it be, or Holly stuck with thumb in syenite/Body H8

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    Every noun has possibility. Ricochets against pastiche, in greetings. Along the wayside. V 4 — Body of Hate. Surface of Love. Done not done. Definitely frozen — but fully in its cups. Its kind of random housey but small. Compressed into a kind of thumb in seawall of copious beauty term squirm haunted bathing in…

  • To be and not

    To be and not

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    A bloom of negative love ?? love destroys me poetry toils and soils one can get lost in waves of destruction as a blessed feat of thwart beauty, angst is a hoarder, in order to have it – at all ?? withhold as a behavior seeking to control it ?? Why cant defeat the runaway…

  • Thirsty Critters

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    Fashion thing. I must have la belle, beauty. She coexists as a monster of wonder and darkness. Horror tears her apart as a demon with wings. La Belle is a mechanism for creating fundamental relationship with honor and death?  When beauty is lost in the dysentery, beauty hiding out in bottom lands, hell is a place of descent.…

  • Blind Spots/Sketches

    Blind Spots/Sketches

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    First she drove by a dead cat, it was off by the side of the median, probably thrown there – white with black markings.  Not much later, she hit a swerve just around a curve – a dead deer. Et tu? Driving in her car, its morning quite early and the sky is a sunless periwinkle tint…

  • Snake in Grass/Folds

    Snake in Grass/Folds

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    Penile humor helps me laugh at myself – over sublime “weight” of terror, “going live” here with working excerpts from my horror-does-not-forsake-beauty books.

  • Getting Technical/Chronica

    Getting Technical/Chronica

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    Poetry had let loose a monster whose mystery was self devouring.