Oak tree you're in my way |
always play Exquisite corpse with children~ boobfeet |
tiny details of amusement draw me away from you |
riderless victories ~ |
neck snapping clarity of ware |
nothing we can do. . . or create can ever stand as perfect as this trash can topper~ or show our utter disdain for wildlife |
a haunted world adrift before our eyes~ anti-clock |
can childhood realities ride upon such nightmare |
a caged gilded journey |
in filtered cobwebbed colors |
atomic engined play things~ empty |
man-sized cock |
Rise like . . . lions |
mark this toads passing not in carrousels majesty but in visions of hope |
one-piece goddess walking upon the waters |
where power plants create artificial sunset |
breaded perfectionist |
we kill others to display beauty among weapons of sport |
all roads should be dirt~ blazed across deer-fly fields |
people meeting at bridges |
little beauties ~ replenished |
things i don't buy~ for you |
Delaware~ Indian river inlet bay~ the end of the east |
NE!L~
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