Direct,
Debit,
Debts.
Codings on the checks,
Hairs stunned on the neck,
Cast nets get webbed,
Casting of a match of shoal.
Fresh waters,
New swimmers,
Fresh collisions.
Direct,
Debit,
Debts.
Loops of the nets,
Time is the debt,
What’s there to spend,
Anything that’s left ?
Under sea mountain range,
A potted road for all to sea,
Notes flow from ear to mouth,
…
Oh how I’d love to catch a ...
Warm light,
pasted nights,
glistening upon the curved edged line,
of sight,
Nutmeg induced inflected irises,
Cast back Amphitrite falls,
Intertwining with one’s Lacrimal Papilla,
Chalk white, just might,
Performing the inevitable,
of being pale and transpare.
Oh how blanched and waxen it is,
to the oh bawling palette,
of becoming Eros.
Absorption to foe glaciers of shards,
Yet to be procl...
Though the candles heart does burn bright,
Though the bawling wax slithers down the shaft,
One may come to wonder who may be in town,
Fresh up on a crisp autumn’s twilight.
Doth a leaf fall and hit thee,
striding through the cobblestone streets,
When in present of a bitter breeze,
Thou maketh the most of what thou can breath.
He schleps an umbrella within his hands,
in case of yet it’s to...
