i eschew shimmering personas ( Read more... )

frivolous gust enkindled freckles many
behind the reach of sight anonymous pyre
encircled me in dancing shadows all but mine
whom reined with bliss currents merciless of time
awash by overflown debauchery caress unhinged
i fell ajar as ashling flake to dust
in likeness of any dust aside from blazing while.

count borel stood tall, for enduring was his weapon of choice. withstood royal stir, heavens out-coloured by azure flood. manslaughter blushing bowels mounted upon stakes, spreading balding intestine branches. unflinching through treacherous coup of recalcitrant winter, ravenous gusts weaving frostbite intrigues. nor charred by the famine ensuing ( Read more... )

tangible barefoot shed no barrow
roots plumage drunk clouds
no rock alive
yet I am haunted.

sow all the ploughs
unearth self
sojourn in sanity
best over
a kin be half
scat err.

spun so fast it conglomerated likes of presence. naught street wise of some rascal urchin ilk. was it more counter-clockwise to the best of my notion. ever mildly affronted by the way people used to disregard its polite telepathic attempts to strike a conversation.

yesterday I met god. he had the most freckles ever. he was standing on queen-young corner asking for change. as for the day it fractured scattered in reflections of many puddles. traffic splattered some of the sky into the sun wind. in midday cacophony greater silence concealed. I thought that I might had seen him before, hiding under the blankets ( Read more... )

in canada mother nature is actually the mother of your girlfriend.

sweet azazel o mine
was puny for dime
always the jester
forever the mime.

I recall his aplomb
mock battles with fate
amongst crowds
lover through hate.

fancied blue mittens
yarn torn out of sky
however to ask
was overtly shy.

i am waiting for the enlightenment, or the bus.
whichever comes first.