Tag Archives: Canvas

Anxiously Green

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smooth and rough strokes
my morals hardly showing
astrologer warming hearts
rural memories leaving without stamps
preliminary written while young still crawling on knees
passionately for you
the real addressee
 this truth of ours that turtles so steadily
anxiously like long sleeved branches free with breeze
detailing the hyphens behind our name
our similar birth understanding so delicately
for the mossy fibers beneath this love that canvases so beautifully

Femme Fatale

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Silvering thighs
Dressed afraid sometimes
Stretching my face
My useless nose

Sensory nightfall guillotine
Dolorous you see
Absolute sacrificing personalities

Beckoning these words
Seeding so effortlessly
For the bawdy tongued freedom

Where mud thickens your feet
Unwrapping bearded cavaliers
The priceless ego maniacs

Loving wombs in multitudes
Reading Poe lamenting aprons
Viewing their blues

Your kind is known
Nail biting fool
Let me recite you to squirm
My tableau cornered palpitations

Seducing your juggled scheme
O’ why so bashful gentleman
On my rugs you’ve knelt

Cigar tasting this revolution
Hinging isn’t it
Polarizing was us two

Terrifying isn’t it
My poetry of truth
Lipsticking your concupiscent suicide

Ask me why I did it
Why I faked it with you
Well tell you spirit

Poe was romantic
Macabre was you
And cryptography darling revealed I was never literally in love with you

Dedicating all of my words above to the ingenious plague of poetry, soaring ever so mighty sternum-stitching my pride to be nothing but madly in love with my madding madness. Bid you all the looniest of sleeps, peace evermore.