Morning or Mourning: Testify the Teeth

worth saving and big blue designer leaps
some she changes and some she listens to
she eats like she hasn’t eaten for days and keep

that track get lonely in your head and leap
give it a proper turn it up and reap
he trembles from failure to protect the blue
does sudden light mean thieves in the night and creep

got off lucky bit of moon, a peep
tip the cup of trembling crazy weep
gambling and haggling on the edge, babe blue
amazing show he doesn’t care the creep

about time to splash that sanguine hue
about time the uppers get their due
looks like a little girl but reaches deep
worth saving and big blue designer leap

Gender Neutral: Who Remembers the Reign

Beautiful, they ask for charity
Offer at thirteen years ethnocentric
Yes, indeed bent fleeting charity

We looked but did not want them clarity
Viewer is not quite kin (depends on the flick)
Beautiful, they ask for charity

We looked but still don’t want them clarity
Clear and impartial judgment is a trick
Yes, indeed bent fleeting charity

Who remembers the reign hilarity
Clear and impartial judgment is sick
Beautiful, they ask for charity

Who remembers the reign severity
That shade of red is a pledge some bozos flick
Yes, indeed bent fleeting charity

Juliette connection to reality
Trauma, liquor, abandonment on a stick
Beautiful, they ask for charity
Yes, indeed bent fleeting charity

Good Intentions: What are those?

Minors first. What does that mean? We don’t know
But we have to try something. The selection is sharp
But I can’t say I like to wait. Your eyes
Are midnight blue at midday. Give me strength
You used to ask. And then: Are you sure? You tell me
You want to stop at any time. And here
We are the breath amazes and you are so
Polite at table. (That comes from your Ma.) We adore
Depth of lie, the blood cry, and tender tips.
You are delicate with tears and things
That off in forward fashion. Zealously
We had time but time does not have us.

We decline bruises on both knees and blood
On the crown for now. We don’t have good intentions
(What are those?) but we have you.

Jubal Ready: On the Loyalty of Aides

How are you doing this fine day?
Dense but slender could have fooled me
He talks to horses such good girls dreamily
Shall I buckle my swash or swash my buckle this day?
From the coolness of the church smoking mountains
Shall I swash my buckle or buckle my swash this day?
Rat tat-tat and where’s the purr, heaven?
Let us begin where everybody wins…

Salient, with a horn and eyes refuse the line
At right angle swing right in a wooded comma hold
Killer angels killer angles

Hang some straps if you’re going to play on the edge
Do what you want but that shade of red is a pledge

Curiosity encounters a sinner who prohibits please

Empire of spun out spun in touch the ground
Wetly for her sake stand out and let go
Sound nice to retrieve her great mistake (flow)

What should I do with all these green snake rounds?
Background and foreground sweet curl in the woe
Empire of spun out spun in touch the ground
Wetly for her sake stand out and let go

I’m going to the grave wetly touch ground
Background and foreground sweet curl in the flow
Who dies to her death in this room to grow
Empire of spun out spun in touch the ground
Wetly for her sake stand out and let go
Sound nice to retrieve her great mistake (go)

Matter to you held up rendezvous

Source: The Fourth

I can’t say legerdemain very well

Does that matter what rhymes with well does that

Matter to you love sometimes walk of cat

High up and pretty the length of an ell

High up and pretty where your mind is at

I can’t say legerdemain very well

Does that matter what rhymes with belle does that

Display of skill and what do you know well

Nothing more real sometimes she walks of cat

High up and pretty where her mind is at

I can’t say legerdemain very well

Does that matter what rhymes with hell does that

Matter to you love sometimes walk of cat

Due Carriers: Burden of Feathers

Cain smashes, and she is named oh do you breathing ashes

Spot mote in your sibling’s eye reflected Georgian wraiths

Motivate the dove in dark           

Rain sound real black mirrored water carriers

Freshen her fang and series arc the acid

Fistful standoff in savage smile house-train

Beast in tiny tile (beware of mine)

In madness we serve in gladness we serve who bleed

Same as what we pierce and shout to hear

Here cry of tree race motivated crime

Black mirrored water carriers pour and pour

Craft around a son who has lost and loses

Everyday he remembers psyche struggles

For sense/for since we bleed as we pierce (witness)

May rain sound real black water carriers pour

Essential Degree or Cloud Unknowing How

Does verse disperse unsolid her fall temper

Perfect throat and tail whimsy and suck

Drive through ghost cotton candy inside

Left hand belong the crouched red stone temptress

Hungry reflected awful dousing noise

Dousing doubt in serious play mad noise

May luscious fruit persuade unshamed tempter

A-knee soft throne night nurser she may be

Joy of years yet full of turns tempter

Once rivals a-room attest temptress

Earth move remove a handful of sod inside

Relentless messaging bride quince of suck

Tree syntax from its fruit signal to noise

Head and complement yuletide somehow

Voice visible approach lady temptress

Convert in fluid prediction dreamer how

Back-flipping for approval saltless suck

Rest in peace across making temper

Toothsome and hickie-prone tune up blessed noise

Earth move remove a handful of sod inside

In Retrospect Shake Dust

Stone heap in the riddle pack gold and frankincense

Trail of surrender she travels by mixing

What is real her tenses and senses small immense

In the turning what does he feel lost or free dense

Is the mother he knows her blue coming going

Stone heap in the riddle pack gold and frankincense

Seems like somebody else’s life but credence

Flower to fruit hard petal pedaling

What is real her tenses and senses small immense

Yoke and breakthrough he knows her blue incense

Flower to fruit bliss petal pedaling

Lotus in the riddle pack gold and frank incense

Cycling giver with child shake dust credence

Trail of surrender she travels by mixing

What is real her tenses and senses small immense

In the turning what does he feel lost or free dense

Is the mother he knows her blue coming going

Stone heap in the riddle pack gold and frankincense

What is real her tenses and senses small immense

Armada Crosses Mother Dark Mysteries

Forlorn nightgale less violence to your myth

More candor to your middle many worlds

Spin edible as the quince given new bride

Coasting from crest to crest puffing sailor

More candor to your middle many worlds

Stream ocean all sorts of gratitude

Cresting from coast to coast puffing sailor

Bind my nostalgia madly I will shuttle

Dream ocean all sorts of gratitude

Enchant my warp witness witless

Bind my nostalgia madly I will shuttle

Signal to noise destroyer Passover

Enchant my warp witless witness

Vale of tears eat mess of shadow both

Signal to noise destroyer Passover

Armada crosses mother dark mysteries