A Deeper Green & Growing
Almost rings of singing spoke. Stiffer fingers swap the slow wait and wet the top image here. To fill the window with something lost. The sawed repository mortgage. Only sex with hands or otherwise, somewhere she pearls a little. Nap on the boxing gazing. Meander cigarette feature saying “good afterknob”. Rub me back but today I’m pilgrim tackle and pleasure figure for but. Announce the mouth with tired dollars and tears. Not coming a defense. Further from what I wrought and taller than the door.
Stick
Pain as the nose on your face. I’m leaving now. Was your room a summer done? Swim like this stick just floating. I shoulder my takes, my fingers, and swing the picked back heat. I reiterate and rise and take the pickled yard. Don’t sick me lightly or ever. Brandy metaphor for multiple dreads. Make a sticky sourpuss stuck in your caw. Something later to not spot the still spot that beckons your higher self again straight. A tight Tuesday breaks. Back around to the stiff morning jack. Still again we’ll ask you not to stick around.
We’ll Start By Stopping (a little)
Hold your body against mine [stop] define what it is that you take or reminds you of [stop] find example of pivot desire by permission to crack a neck backwards [stop] green the expectant versions of kisses herded into submission [stop] nothing’s coming like place talent backwards [stop] get happy [stop] lose the controlling centered nerve-tick clicked on the clit back [stop] don't diminish, just reflect [stop] speak farther along the chortle choke-break don’t ask don’t to dick move the back [stop] try [stop] try again [stop]
A House To Tell
Nothing better to ask about an evening. Back against the cherry spoke. Curious teenage weapons lap it up with glee. The carnation basement with the green tile and wood-burning fireplace. a tent in the organs of the Chinese rocking chair. Hamburger is dirty & I remember filth fine. What does the turn of voices curtain blame? Laws as important and change persuaded to should. Memory is just erasure with violence. The attic, where a wish could happen as well, is on your mind and is mean-spirited.
Pitfall
Instead of a pitfall, it’s a flirt. Hair like a lecture Jesus. A language like a moist-toilette with fragrance. Imagine yourself drowning in minimalist meaning. Rather a format to pretend playing golf and reading Verne to make yourself feel better. I need a scheme to sweep the floors (yet again). Red forms released like the Peking Opera. Lining your suitcase like it was a Lexus. They’re engaged again, and hassling us for congratu-stipulations. We don’t know what to say so we say “bitch” instead.
