14 Endless Fucking Off V1

The pea shoots out, again.

Time to damn up the wall.

There are no traces.

Net evil only :

mitigated to mystical uniforms.

This was known before.

Wild flowers blew across

a nullah of stirring oil.

Swarming yes weeping knots yes —

opening up the midnight forges.

Sweet miserable blazes

illuminating the ravaged corners.

Cease cease that educated dungeons devils junk?

The magnifying glass, repels. 

There can be no permissions sang,

only silent foils

with gestures sprang

red as a feverish field

of regimental padres.

Hopes fervent treason

piling up like a cushion

against the brain. 

Mulitples long distended,

a trembling illness —

that laughs with ardor, and the sun comes out

and the mist where it dazzles —

but evil, the net

sees only a household of torture.

No permissions sang,

to approach the lie is to die.

This was known before.

Hideous balcony

a nightmare of lanterns,

its theatre is that gift.

There are no clearings.

Rythms whose peaks talk in circles

exalt the purple,

colors of molt and angst.

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1 Comment

  1. AidaAugust 31, 2020

    very cute:)

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