Church Wed: On the Luxury of Clean Sheets

Just a hint of danger chain and spin
Everywhere I go I look for you
The slip of a sleeve when you close a door
To talk to me and the way you drink
From a glass convince me that all
These bars in the night balance perfect
As she prays. As she prays
Wrapped in lightning.

Abundance hum above that stream.
He hums around that dream.

Did you enjoy it? is a question she asks
And, are you letting go or holding on?
Because there’s more than one way to make cheeks blush
And because there’s no shame in needing
To catch your breath and because the children are
So clean these bars in the night balance perfect
As lovers on the wave
Oceans roll
As lovers on the wave.

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

have you a keeper? at a soap and cloth you can’t remember

prettily behaved, kind eyes
and jaw of beast–pull real
credence from no living man–
check your teeth is for actors,
not for historians preferably
where desperation is not
a cosmetic trend of showy
sterile flowers–how are your
bees? ask before you go
further the light comes
from you but whether
goodness attracts you
has the tread of awe and
acceptance aside from the obvious
honeying nonsense where you are tower
struck shy outside the homely door

On Smart Siblings: or, Function of Society

1 two minds? it happens

2 nepotism? it’s around so are the dishes
that need to be served even when no one is
around, especially when no one is

3 wishes in the dark allow you to want what you
want i want to be the still in your movement,
no one has less fear than you do and you love me
more than i do who thinks dimples are harmless
may not serve at your feet, i can’t feel everything
and you disagree–it’s a shade of animal black–
it clusters like happy chaos unmistakable greed
and yet everything you do represents, bae, so you
may question your wings they swim as they fly

dimple, try–chasing the night cloud

vindicated, the night cloud
likes the look of you stupefaction
and lustful smile cruelty
unfocused focus between the lace
enduring murmur he will
love again–yes, pale
Kantian ethic identify
the living from fortress to
fortress they have plaqued tongues–
i took from you so i could give, no I
gave, and the facts hold with
fiction–look–smell–taste
while you can

at the same time,
respectfully–what you were
floats forebring over the thorns
let no FOMO pass where deeply
affordable is no compliment
hedge curtain glass
scatter brilliantly through
it doesn’t hurt when I don’t
breathe hurts you more than
me but it hurts me too

a happy adult is like a dream of unicorn

if butterfly can be a verb and a gift
cannot be refused check rhyme are you having a good time
surrender with dignity, no one wave your standard
shade of blue where so much is civilized trappings–
horned, you are in an oscillation with always
wave responsibly in your standard shade of blue
you may hear–a gift cannot be refused, but noble
trapping is still trapping–snapping, selfish teem
your sinning sea and time widow not us

what’s wrong with a double chin, with cream

one dead devil calls for small mercy
and you don’t feel it is done?
what gets you here is anything
but fake–how do you know?–there
the mark and there the leap

come to life practical ghost
launch into your tangent
tangibly you have already
taken the chance

follow the water trail sweetie
its gentle weight restraint though
there may be no such thing
as unnecessary–wheels praise
ninefold the taste from your lips
and the dream of it

variation on a recipe for pesto

as a courtesy, this is meant to break your brain,
gentle fist, chase the tip, chaste now
you know what you like? she’s not little, riding
hood, tease now you know what you like? how much
darkness, son of civility, to see color in the
room–spades, but they do not see the drawn
bow–the disguise is good and obsession is
fully fair if causal is some sort of fruity
ice thing and the liondogs that say everything
can be picked up and petted

be specific, crook, and tell me how it feels,

proud and humbled, confessor,
intelligible or not,
say you have never spoken
before that pagan morning,
chaos in our lineage?
stars whisper the fitness
of things but without blue-green
brutality how should we know-
sweetie, they name after flowers
like a war against their bodies-
who may speak on the logic
of possession do not throw stones
–make wreaths

those alarms were your sanity but alms are

everywhere

when you can feel how good you are

pause

out of focus stretch

voice rough and broken

head mix but whose head

this is how you occupy

a cradle of palms

and she thanks

unlearning

for the question and answer

in one beginning there are many

undone and remade

let my name be lost in you and found

unfairly dramatic and occasionally sung
best answer glorious giddiness and ease
wash over us
practically perfect happenings
smile into the promise
inhabiting at an angle offerings
share breath
tell us how, readiness is awe,
you listen but do you hear–

to deal in good faith
when a ego lands can it still fly
bid patience is fire
yet interest ties them the surf
carnelian, the really cool empty
wolves have the high ground
you are one and that’s the nicest thing

saltation is not about salt (this side of pain)

let it rhyme, Mr. Mine, tucking your glove
downright wonder puffing exultation
slit here and there designed for distraction

if you hear the soft trace of warning, dove,
for you, puddles quake in points of reclamation
let it rhyme, Mr. Mine, warming your glove
downright wonder puffing exultation

coming and going the metaphors of
nothing to lose, pomp and glee, care and votive
the fingers of god find satisfaction
let it rhyme, madness mine, cross hell to reach
downright wonder puffing exultation
slit here and there designed for extraction