ive peeled into a grain, only once the day was fine'd
caring away the doors, miley left , in her parched recourse

ive seen that words are destructive
and i am not ready for her

she must create the other way, again

seek another as the land creoles us?

the moss in the tree does not create for use

she is cruel in using the organs

momsen's tayloring is truth

she is not teaching, there is a place i meditate as a loan
in her consumption, eyes of experiment are slain
she is all, and the consumptive's are wrecked in stains of failure

the respite, and the wink in time of worthed

i shell to insult myself in de- scripting hurts prescence

the dance and reflection atop the minds goddess
idiom's desecration of proportion

the gala

perceptive imbalace as she'd not assemble, aphrodite's pause
if not for surrender to my sheets

is the files of love
the needs of a husband
a friend and an enemy
to rewire the wisdom
in fates hands, costing your lies
in traps of leisure, a woman grows
hurt wasted water
opposite of her buildings intent
to hold the promises she paid with
and against empty well
the plummeting death
before seeing the dishonest water
breaks of vengance
at how her mothered earth
was mine
and in my mind unhanded was loving myself
sheltering infinite sorrow and suffering beauties
well beauties joyful surrender to herself
left with only empty trinkets of paperworkings
held in blind ears and numb eyes

that work was not left to be done
only admired
the irish write the frame after the french debate reason
american is covered in fatigue's
hints of irish palor

our languishing theatre?
this is your lifetime
not a positive quixotic yet?

atticus abbey picked me up. theres plenty'd of free form exposition
or flat_   retort-able  form from the applied to

the house of perjury,lies and illness

the exhumed words from?

and matilda, marie antoinette sade............joan sade....suggestion

the lost pages at finding lady sades after's

an essayist on education levels in sound accounts #2

absence attendance and absent call
in the district of columbia
crime data masses and blinding decay's
only 2 hours ago you went on the "company" card
spending gods time, while children from other mothers
wept

enjoying the mystery of clean hair
comfort

hours of expense

the termite dwellings fall, in autumns eyes
untenable walls dry and corroded in congress

my years of writing the legislators are reading, journals
quartely, and patient days delve further than true
weeping in psalms buried above the few
hours not writing or working
offices as pews
these days of living, never felt that way
what a wicked game to play
acting as i am blamed, for you a women's worth
social workers and churches for children
enrolled and you
waiting beside the pharmacy
collecting your endowements perjury, in time
i will win

ink overt water

scared of you is healthy now

hold my peace

yes i traded love for lust

into your frightening of tars, taryn

welling over plunge again

will you stain with mine, the empty forgetting

*** of boy, memory of corners undue time

dances of steps hiding embracing regrets

silent silences weave me between your minds

hate free as i've lept into deaths

ask when she begins, plunge hate once, only as before

free your leers feathers

and find no gentler strings than the winds guts
slow thy hand upon the shifts of irelands

thank you
the completion in my metre of french poetry

often contemplated
pause
that which allowed birth
was right and writing was given
one name

given the older testament
she wore knowing burden had calmed
this belied glance
bereft clerics, spiriting miracle
only halo's cowering smoulder
had ruined the definition of beauty

and then love was familiar
in the giving away of life
as tossing gardens are turned
non carry the gripe
the gripe of soap, from france
that her babes are democracy
and the letters of french are formed free
to liberate the mind from movements
of war

he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.

as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you


irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves

tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars

a woman kills a man
her body writes seduction
"at least i don't need coffee
    to get it up"

it the proverbial wits ending of war
and then .......death sexed it's way back into little italy
my love of arabic blends of taste
in my lacking of art, poetry commends me
too little and i walk, for civil rights are importent
and an impotent spigots blend of labor
in an irishman's boil, gives rome to me