By -

I am a domesticated wolf

A sheep without clothing

Found taking more and

more from the Emperor’s

coffer

By -

These words were never written since the condom never broke. Conceived through misconceptions, arbitrarily the goal

By -

These words are not suppressed

These words are not in jest

These words are not bread and butter

These words are not late for supper

These words are not made for walking

These words are not ripe for stalking

These words are not made to last

These words were meant to be spoken

By -

“Like any game, you will only enjoy Life if you know the rules”

– Me, experiencing random synaptic noise

By -

highly strung

my ways

handed

             down ,

my measurements

[in every respect]

a.piece.of

string

By -

I am with child // the burden immeasurable // I am with child // craving delivery // I am with child // fragrant pine disgorging // I am with child // parturition inconceivable // I am with child // mindless mutt fantasy

By -

Finger painting your back

I feel your scars; some are

healed but others still

bleeding,

Why am I the artist, your

creator at large, when our

time together is coming

to an crossing,

You deserve the touch of

gods, keeping the thread

of life from withering,

My love for you will

never die; but our time

as one is

ending

By -

rebel rebel

And there it was; the countryside

through a stained window I saw

my future; and the dire prospects of

a new life

By -

There is always a pinch of salt sprinkled over my writing, a measure of conservation to stay savoury; in my mind

Major 2 Minor

By -

admittingly of middle age // post-classical if you will // without a shining light for guidance // the dark ages grip tightens // new thoughts of hope will surface // as soon as you wake the god of summer // call her forth from her wicked slumber // to reset my age; to become a minor yet again

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