This is the color of DREAM

we are children, unseeing
we open our eye
unlocking the verse and meter
of the universe.

This is the color of FORGET

it is here
look closer.
this is the color

This is the color of SAD

baby girl, club-footed
opens her eyes.
pressed between hot sun
and rough mountain
welcomed to the world
by no one.

This is the color of GREED

whatever is written here
it is not enough.

This is the color of LOVE

one plump drop
sneaks from a fang.

This is the color of DREAMS

one by one
we close our eyes
no longer children.

those words, salt
your voice, awake
my flesh, dried
a raw monopoly of god

when you remember words
remember the copper tang,
the smoky perfume,
the sad, warm woman

your work must be
porcelain steel rythms

their wild steel universe
surrounds him

broken through sex,
velvet worry - once live -
now devoured color

perhaps, sister, you listen -
stiff lipped laugh, trembling

explore them, pick and haunt,
time stream pooling

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[ Achi Tryptichon ]
[ AbuGraibAbuse11 ]
[ AbuGraibAbuse14 ]
[ ForgetMeNotFlower ]
[ A Galvanized Corpse ]

We hastily practice solitude,
overcast angels in sheepskin jackets,
limiting the rolling offenses
unpaid to Sacred Support.

We are fainting angels,
angels, cold and distant,
wrapping flies in bullets,
the sung grave unconcerned.

Cease wont, asylum angels.
Awaken Atlas and flee cleverness.

Heresy steak,
spar of the living,
where our green obligations
announce thunderous tradition.

Coal redresses discontent
implication,
shudders resistance,
a dizzy unseen statement.

Dispatch a strip of prison veil,
the hush of leaves
a prelude to duck failure.

Lunch,
that obstructed, devoted meal.

As manifested sounds
with soft chamber non-existence

behold, my own wanting
of another mirror reality

illusory meaning
traversing orchestral mirrors

touch destiny
contained within
a self made mirror of defiance

behold a lending of meaning

Wanting and consumed,
Sanguine waters rushing,
My spirit wades to be freed.

A frozen end.

I built my self an Abbey of delusion content
with angles, sharp and thick; a discharge of underground ink.

I came upon a downcast flood of commercial recipes,
dawning thanks to the fool who juggles an excess meal.

We see the tender perspective of her ways,
As the March hare, feeling thus:
To rain unknown...
To murder the threshold bricks...
To subjective patient breaks of thick deep...
To label (in murmurs) the deep...

They angle fetch the last,
otherwise heaving simplex ingress.
They angle fetch
an otherwise deposit to decisiveness.

Woman leader,
owing white to description...
owing black to the objective slab...
They eat the headpiece
(so nice to bloom for sure afar)
forcing us to narcotic up or
hail thick the joy whistle.

Thick and fading hail, his fade bare pursuit.
Light afar the further thought vein,
fleetingly inject one dictatorial flatter...