In Favor of the Bloom
Lord of meander, swells of delinience
May your mountains
rid the real of animals who
mortar at the core
With stories of milk, we court enchantment
With red hands he stole her body parts
Envy the clock
hold on to the bloom
Wrenches and engines
the mechanic and the bedchamber
the pleasure of derangement
the stories of passing
Deer Life
Naysayer of Symbols
Can I marry the morning and never stay in hotels of disgrace?
Can I be the mosaic of permanance,
can I be both bread and book?
Can I mirror curiosity for mansions of the scalded?
Can I burry daughters in soft edges from
their courts of sore meat?
To those evil-doers
to those beasts and potholes
to those kinks in systems of blue air
Can't I forever happy stay?
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