Fraudulent_)(
February 10, 2011
Excavate your ankles deep
Into the fondness of obscurity.
Those tears pressed wine and bled with flame
as matches forced a flooded game.
Purple trim and saline skin
misplaced-
Edging your face-
Jericho converts a cinch
To sew his expectations to.
I’ve scaled your frame, you forget.
Your toes swept a carpet I’ve designed.
Your gaze a pane I’ve seldom fed;
In furiosity.
Aged, do measure sour blends of scheme.
Sustain for fruit and rhapsody-
Tight lipped; and fitted wit surpass a golden pride;
a chandelier whose text is tight
Perfected the art of enclosure.
Chestnut locks and colorful knits
Infuse a weakness undeclared;
The dying sky has bloodied shins
So sure in fraudulent form.
A clocked mishappen paints and primes
The pumping of your steps
Capping the heights and depths of forthcoming.
I’ve a rusted shovel turned and sworn.
Your soul is mordant; faux and warm.
I’ve meddled in your perfumed strums
I leave my soul to rouse.
(Insult)&#
January 15, 2011
An insult bites fragrance from a fall sky;
it harms;
it scrapes,
and unveils
a moulded thought progression
that shalln’t be hindered by humour.
Likewise,
truth is unearthed
and sensical wit
cannot bury such a defined treasure.
Your tongue: a soft and supple force
has shocked and strained those roots.
the squares to swear I’d bluntly doubt
would cleanly perservere.
A looking glass will need to be the source of light,
for distant winds will shred the sails we’ve sewn in sight.
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