Can you cut off this finger, And make sure it’s gone So I am never wrong.
Archive for ‘Drawing’
Not “What?”.
A broadcast kept a mouse from shut, Door inside a rickety gut Tapping on the mailbox rut, A dedicated sigh […]
Embroiled inside my Exile.
I had a program of faults That had deployed a pogrom, To evacuate the rest Of which and whom, Was […]
Thinner than Dismay.
During which the fog could tug, Around me and around the clock, Which in hands had at dual rocks, The […]
Word to the World.
I cannot always say what I want, Even though they are there cutting And from that inside Where I cannot […]
The Precept’s Range.
Preoccupied on the exchange, Between the precept’s range And the anti-occupation Of a ruleless, A truest age.
And Another and another.
Money could be a behemoth, Crushing underneath the curse And who results of this, Well no one could be Worse.
A Water Molecule.
I want to be a water molecule, Because I’d never be alone Except for the day I evaporate, But then […]
8 p.m. Again.
Amorphous in the amorous run, From flitting elements And dragon scale lungs, There was a grip at top to which […]
Selfward Stretch.
Self explained in second stretch After the final undo was too late, And already all was made So that we […]
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