Lustrous glances stimulate my mange
Rings of men see heaven gleam
Warn me when the viewing is over

Oh how you cease to speak
Neck swollen, a dull retreat
Warn me when the coiling is over

Bamboo Shoots The City

Drop a driblet, sip the poise
Grow in molded precipitation
Here, placid wisps mute whispers
Of craving blatant coitus

Feel em grow, tendrils tickling
Waking pains, ticking talks
Conciliation, beats lie in
Strangulation, a fine life

Bow tied arms, skeletal ties
Choke in insulated ambiance
Dear, placid wisps speak whispers
How they ostracize rotten needs

A-Bomb Ate The Law

Prophetic predilection induced by chemical arousal
Seem so precious, the themes of lament
Leech to the passel, make so strange!
Palpitate like missiles, bomb and implode!

Progress to cultural ambivalence, see see!
Intent constructing my shellfish attire
Makes so strange, make so strange!
Dangle dolls, please phone the police

Monastic infected cockpit crones
Shred him to pulp on the pulpit
Acetic sinew barbarizes love
Conceal trepidation, lurk here

Cull the sightly malefaction
Hand held thread to asphyxiate
A plash rhythmic breath
Conceal trepidation, be austere

Stifling spices, cinnamon as imagined, transparently curl from beneath meagerly whisker infested lips; they project arousal in the most intended sense. Ornate in self resolution but languid in populated eyes, he remain sexually intact only by the tip. “Suck all day, yes I do, but no, I am no fag.” Following his accusation, a turbulent demeanor takes reins, a fit likewise to that of a death threatened lobster, red face, huffy puffy, claws scratch but fists lack knowledge of action.

Midnight:09

People outnumber the lights
Shadows shade them
The affinity is tidal
As she splashes we are a choir in blinks

Shaded by morose laughter
Resurfaced as a deity of plagues
Mind their moored vessels
I felt the minute you swayed

We’ve swallowed vermillion ink
Found the nude and named
Their fine tailed species
A sloth demeaned fame