Tuesday, February 9, 2021

souls

 Souls Far Away

6-4-20


 How bark the bellow 

Tools to touch the passionate 

In gets much better down that road

This chin up as sins rain 

For the ghosts of our house and adrenaline 

Hearing hutch easy to me where the flower blooms like madness 

Of Organdy for it kings obliquity nimble 

Too soon for the exhortation 

On with Otot and review of rebukes 

Of another resolution 

Of single spruces soaring fun 

Announcing wealth in your finger 

Trying to wake up for the care 

 A little to the e-train 

For fatigue hour of mind 

Searching Muslin souls 

Far away.....




Temple Shell Ordinance (I cannot Communicate)

6-4-20

If you think you know the trial 

To take our view for tea and lemonade 

Yea, to Heim on down to right on with it 

where I don't know what to tell you 

Trying much to sell you 

Through the phantom me 

Myself O how hour counting it 

With my breakthrough to be union free for Franky 

O, how we died to it 

O, my God's rest two days 

What the polish picnic on June nights 

For Simmons one by one 

How numb this I stood and wept 

In our own madam boulevards 

Where lights are of shortness 

And I color her jungle naughty and nice 

Of our woman bluebird and common marketing 


 

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