Omen
Actors in coitus.
Her secreta is gold.
The despair is thick.
She ford the enlightenment.
Better in the throes
is how it should.
Venture into day
from the stark
was
no escape.
My indelicate
is bias.
I
see your covetous
aint casual use.
We salon none the less.
I’m
all the party.
The
violence.
The penultimate town
square range war.
The hate in real time. G©
Misinformation
The
misinformation to fit the day.
The
majestic her face is white.
Stars
and bars and from the fringe,
false
Prophet.
American
Apartheid.
Domestic
terror allegiance of doom.
The
opposition party abscond in unison
against
convention the misinformed.
The
radical claim of patriot.
I
Asphyxiate on dream sequence equality.
It
transmit through droplet.
The
lonely social distance.
I
dream love from it.
There is me edge of the sea.
Trust has withered
my past lives.
The
shuttered.
The
once bustling.
New normal harken
fear
a black planet.
When history written,
evolution
of poor sport.
In
this loss of irreplaceable treasure.
And Geek to void of Rush Limbaugh.
Voice
to the vilest of theory
for the consumption
the blackest heart.
We should be like Venezuela.
Or Myanmar.
Steady wavelength of racist trade.
Migrant
crisis and ghost ships.
Come
a day no masks.
We
can embrace and hold hands.
Bewitched
by the trees.
Sweet
nothings in their sway.
Now
vaccinated she slap my face
for
a kiss long waited.
G©
Rain accelerate the day on.
Is classic dark days.
Rain
is old bones lover.
Siren in wanting.
Suffer
dullards finger her
threadbare garments.
Hers leavings hold you to me.
Is
cold and stark but good.
Muddy water
run
aground.
Inner
thigh wolven.
She
is handsome
and well settled
the little room.
Bed
and books.
Immerse in poetry.
The closeness of the room.
Flag
of the resistance.
All
around menace
Bedlam.
Urban legend.
Her’s
melancholia about me
Is for her life this why. G©
I am established all the
places
you go.
All amenities afforded.
With
yours coloring
I’d
spoil you through.
Period dress they found her
render
her prone.
I press the hallway
when mania.
I’m nights recounting such.
Creep
the Grand Tower.
Mine
inelegant win her over.
I
have her’s confidence and
times
is close quarters.
Patagonia
When last seen she argue
with
men below her station.
Strike
him about the face.
Call
him out of his name.
It’s
how to be martyred.
Disparage
his vineyard.
Death
of the Duchess.
Patagonia
and the prime
of
the parliamentary.
Old
money and old wine.
Cajole
her to cross the water.
She
cross by moonlight.
She
is barefoot the whole while.
Positively quiver. G©
Come black bird
sign of the exotic.
An oasis of the curious.
The cliffs and
the sunken ships.
The delirium
and the follies.
The lapping at
the theater door.
They drink and they fight
to pen the death of the heroine.
Treacherous waters.
When the pubs let out
they draw pistols.
She come out of the dark.
South Village stage
and blood moon.
It is murder to cast. G©
Yon light from the Gods
as we in the beat.
A
pulse made craven.
Low light and appearance
walking on air.
Find
a bard and you give over.
You're that change all
stricture love.
Her
figure timeless.
It
come to a head.
The
rain drag the window.
Leave
to me sentiment.
The
skies are such color.
Pure
exotic of a mind.
She damsel in straits
assume is any moment.
Whatever tread she is excited.
She
craven as I.
All
the muster from youth.
Presume
you same.
I’m which you’re entitle.
Your familiar what end?
G©
Blood
The thrill as for the actors. The sea at the back of the house. Arrive in the dark and engage the room. There are tool the same end. The place is smoky. There’s plenty of drink. Wager a game of chess with the food. Music. Wine. Sex. This we toast.
There music and laughter. There figures all sides. Fluorescent lighting whip and party people like I am novelty. A symbol of status you’ve had me. Like spider and web. The truth bold and reverent. Your thoughts scattered. Figure we’d best for last. Unremitting and the zeal for me. Misery make bedfellows. She’s all in. In her eyes a certainty. My intention now as then you resist. Suppose there’s a story his sinister. What make we push the edge as if there elasticity at the fringe? Naught clue to mystery and mystique. I was shown by shrew. That is to say she come striding, unrepentant as she like. And I am the flashpoint.
Blood
As if we haven’t at least once. Like is no great design. The power be envy of. What they won’t for blood. His admission without prodding. The walls are thin. The chemicals in the paint. The occupants in a trance like state. Dogs with their barking as they are now while my comrade is talking. He speaks less of his weakness but the populace. It’s when the debutante with her crown bends as if she’s the talent ‘round. For vials or whatever. Before the fever previously just creeping up in full force. Those who wonder where she goes where the sun close enough to boost her up. Is the eyes that tell it. Bright as beacon. In contrast black of night. A time of times do further with less and dreams of vamp in black dress. Visions of love and laughter leaves one scatterbrained and melancholy after. She swears she knows nothing of vamp. What they do. But she knows door to street level. These narrow halls. Ancient walls and buried within them…G©
Mine animal
for fleet afoot.
She suffer me for she need
is faster than she run.
Days of strange
she with the broods.
Seen it have I never
sweeter.
Callow waifish thing.
Pang from under.
I am your nothing man.
Your something for
nothing
stop frontin’ man.
She’s for Slip into the
supple
I’ll have her spoke for.
They hang on my words.
There haunt of lodgings.
I’m suited to the game.
Frame your enigma
needful things.
Need not be formal
but form and function.
Is for her life.
Relive it and again.
We are timely.
At once Your panties
out of sorts.
Suddenly her panties
couture.
So is game on.
We’re in bed the day on.
Some sudden it gin up.
The consummate
Sub. G©
I Know You
I know you where and when.
Your
brash and hands on.
Meanwhile
what it feel like?
With
the music and the lights.
She look like she should be one.
As
the music keep on.
Feed
the need to feed on.
Happens I’m marked from jump.
Suppose
she suppose
I’m
not alone.
Like
she entitle
I’m
her bone.
What it feel like
with
the mood and the hype.
The
fight or flight.
The
when and where and times.
Hands
on.
Your
hands they press your
close to the vest.
Some wicked she endure
and keep her virgin. G©
I Milo (Bedlam)
I’m become him.
Mine schooling
and work certified liar.
I’d kept it torrid.
Some hopeful
heart of stone.
Fates what they are.
Might be watch
what you say.
Better inside the eye.
Winter wind through
window blow
she needful things.
Thy will be done.
The casual eye
to the butcher.
The black door is mine. ©
Flock
The Maiden know me.
she talk at me
your ever after
latter hour culture.
Tantamount demimonde.
Throng of them
I fade them all.
Think me all the
more well.
It aint spoke, you
want used to me.
What devil her
she need broke of it.
Her mood is thick.
Straight up third
eye blind.
These hours streets alive.
Is enlightened bird.
Flock of raven skinned
thoroughbred.
Mutual ardor bit of rare. G ©
Year Of Our Lords
She got me fucked up just now.
It take once this once.
She succubus.
A flatterer and gypsy.
To grip of them
I’m tastemaker.
Reverence is currency
in the houses.
Drive her over mad.
The circuitry of
western territory
social register.
Wend about the houses.
Yonder wind tea
light candles.
Prone to grandeur, love.
My disparate is
habit form
I trouble you.
G ©
Windswept
In the back and forth
was she’d part hers legs.
There’s vigor
in the darkness.
I’m but witness the
cool your distress.
Was she’d part hers legs.
Mine is to make immortal.
The back and forth.
Familiar as it was.
Wind off the dunes.
Her feel of dread that
should we have sex.
In the back and forth
and the windswept. G©
I Milo II
They feted band of spinners.
Set in the gardens.
Exotic bird circle branches.
Say I’m corruptor.
Each residence
a garden and fountain.
I’d ease up but time is short.
She blessed open mind.
Dream it inevitable.
I Milo one garden
to the other.
Strut about strange bird.
Dressed as dressed.
Inhumanity these years
fill of it.
Her mercy is blood.
Bit of need and feeling.
Long as need be common.
I Journal it. G ©
Carrion
Blood in hers wine.
Blood on hers dress.
I don’t kiss her last
I was with her.
Hers counsel resilience
Was top dollar.
Garden whim suit him.
Regard them carrion.
Summers gone and
latter months darker.
Darker, love.
They’ve coupled up.
The romantic at
yours window.
Yours skin caramelized
by chance that summer
set aside.
Aint been love.
Aint been.
Lest we forget
what for sex, love? G©
Nightmare Garden Cont.
It is midnight so it go.
Until morning
and they die.
This is love.
My course is terror.
Future liaison some
fortnight back and forth.
A kings ransom for them
consummate tender.
Access the garden.
Open to spans of vanity.
Three corners and the march
of the bizarre.
The fringe spill over
from the portico.
The sun strike all sides.
Nightmare part of the whole.
Ideal macabre role play. G ©
Aphrodisiac
Mine obsess
and from its depth
is warmth.
What for aphrodisiac?
Wester winds it
sings you’re ready.
Present tension
to speak of.
Mine obsess, love.
Stretch of flesh
all the best, love.
All the best.
A fool and his charm.
Mine tool I am par.
What for aphrodisiac? G ©
Mood
The leaves fallen by now.
Heavy and notice day
most down cast.
A day opaque and stark.
Romantic lament the dark.
Cold come in heavy
cloak the mood.
Is string of fancy
and them is shook.
The elements left her
Free fall.
The day most melancholy.
A day opaque.
Romantics lament aint been sun.
G ©
Classic Dark
Many a fortnight
I’d delved deepest.
She die some and
pride goeth.
Classic dark o’er
bed of roses.
Mine soul controller.
She full of grace, and time
when Matron suspect…
I advantage maiden.
She’d suffer me, a poet.
The vigor quench
Hers present tension.
Sex is violent.
Wasn’t sudden build up.
I’m just villain.
Threadbare wear
and candles besides. G ©
Good Steward
Mine weighty sum
muddy water run aground.
She ceremonial dress.
Inner thigh wolven.
Well settled
the little room.
The bed and table
and books.
Immerse in poetry.
End game clumsy
and telling.
Turn of century
bogeyman.
Back stairway strange.
I am quoted horror.
Mine overture tight quarters. G ©
Heaven
I Milo I’ve taken to page.
Pride and posterity.
The fall quite hard.
Constant conflagration.
Grand Tower.
Bottles broken.
Windows.
Sundry creature.
Enlarged heart
since with the drinking.
Tell her I go build a place
in heaven.
How so when she’s everywhere
and nowhere?
Some years
and odd years.
Melancholy long on.
Once all things to be envied.
Dream border hallucination.
troubling as man and caravan.
Spook and siren.
Vamp is fixture.
I Go create a place in Heaven. G ©
Noir I
I’m night crawler but
darkness it burns.
Black ensemble.
Scream of terror.
Yours boutique sleep.
Mine agress bigger things.
We are into the noir.
I take to dreams pleasing
disrupt yours dress.
A sibling in her stead.
Fly in fly out again.
Commonality in mine ken.
Talk of mad season.
Depiction in the raw.
None shame to it.
Word to the Matriarch.
I send mine man for hers things.
Room for books and shoes.
Smell of piss and cannabis.
Hardly gallant.
She scream all she want.
Mine animal arouse.
She’s on the streets.
The fleet afoot.
Mine animal faster
than she run.
Mine sinister begin and end.
Overstated between us.
I’m capable until I’m not.
Presume upon you mine ultimate.
Best of flock feted.
Mine advance to mean
I relish yours presence.
Noir II
I’m Trojan horse.
Just so I’m on the inside.
I’m yours corner shadow.
The precious get me.
She know mine vein.
Expect I’m solid state.
The precious get me.
Mine noir if you please.
Choose mine
and it be so.
I am smitten.
I don’t go slow.
Let her tell it,
I don’t kiss hers neck.
Come to rest against her.
Killer is mine, love.
From hers lips is cause célèbre.
All the gentile she could muster.*
Dreadnought
The desolation and
the husks of buildings.
I’m beach side.
I'm inside old homes.
They’re gone and abandon.
The weeds on the place.
What dreadnought?
The old home
without warmth.
But walls and echo
mine isolate voiced.
Bigger fright than I,
what dreadnought?
Between us need and want.
The strip is bankrupt.
Said exodus past Albion.
The Babylon that was.
Barely flicker candelabra.
They don’t fight just now.
What dreadnought? G ©
Nightmare Garden III
Concern the years ’27 to ’37.
Before and then.
Turn of the century
wind blow where power brokers
certain circle dangerous.
Don’t come out as went in.
Enter the garden.
Standard boutique.
There joy in the house
on account of me.
She alight center of town.
Crowd of fancy.
Nightmare Garden.
Is for hers life this why.
There irony you and I.
They come for they come
by and by.
The bed and bedside this why.
Hers best ensemble.
Band of them. G
Capture The Flag
Violent swath of campus.
Pitch battle go from evening
to next day.
Her leavings the battle field.
Her adversary by the day.
I bird dog her when
the games up.
I am bull on the arena.
Mine crush fill hers lungs up.
Let her tell it freak
To speak of.
Look upon you as all heart.
Bit of something
she front me with.
Lechery afoot.
The freak be along. G©
This Is Us
We scamp in the yards. We’ll meet and we’ll drink. There is a dress and what with it? I know every stitch and bearing of the moon. I look long and visualize besides. Every bit indelicate. More than was told. There abandon these venerable houses. Behold their doings in worship Head Mistress. Consider me Guru the heterosexual mind. It become a thing. Should our paths cross subsequent fit for a dress. Ensuing babble for a look. All evident on your part was natural to the palate. I’m much for one house. I pray indulge me. All manner of shook you’re live and direct.
I pull back the shroud. All is fair and blessed to be so. If not you then grassroots. Experiential on my side. Fat like her Mum.
First gentile, then I’m demanding. She fell into further nightmare. She verbose her welcome. I tell her how nightmare start. In time siren song. The strange begin with the wind and windows. How you fancy me.
Sign of life left for me to puzzle it. Troublesome but serendipitous night. I look close, shape and tone the diaspora. Killer in their midst. Be sure I know where you live. I talk at her then is party. There life to this spectacle. Tribute, draw you out. We don’t put word for it. From old haunt she already know. Hours on end there echo. We jump and we play. We fall down. This is us. Add the wine and maddening and disgust. You cajole and coerce me, your savage wiles. I’m sold on it. G ©
Nubile
My fair cherub
and you show me
your exaggeration
and wonder.
I can imagine you’re
built on something…
It take the room and
I’m where and when.
I’m full up my cherub.
The gravity of the to do
and the waif doth.
Imagine a fortnight and a bed.
A bit of vigor and game on.
There’s not sleep to be got.
This you live for.
Band of them and the
enlightened of the flock.
She tell me how
she’s ready now.
Sex is currency.
For this she dress.
Let her tell it, love,
we’re same fancy.
Talk of eligible men.
She is plush.
She tell me how
she’s ready now.
By fall spoke for.
And the light
cut her abdomen.
Legion of them
called to same.
Leave to wonder
state of nubile.
