covert or esoteric

the question to ask for all asunder

when god lets my body be
from each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom
the purpled world will dance upon
between my lips which occasionally did sing
a rose shal go beget the spring
and my strong fingers beneath the snow
into vibrant birds shall go.

painting clocks for streets

spills runs and patterns
street drop offs in through locales
drifting through time and circling space
with creations in time
with time in mind
priceless donations to a motion bound ocean

cusps under finger nails

speak volumes not yet heard
latent abililty
to glide through cognition

croupier of seoul

distant ships of money
floating through town like hydrogen
aligned with venus
frictionless and becoming
salient to all spheres

priss and bliss

encapsulated by a lonely thought
to do to do to do to do
seek it all but don't be sought
by who by who by who?

empirical perscription

flounder in the snow looms
sparkle in the hued light
embryonic motion escaping chastisement

letter from a man

a letter from a man
with prods and twists
vacant screams and rips
attempts to drag me out to sea
but i'm here
and i'm oh so boring
no company can bear
non-committed looks.

spills and runs

spills and runs mark the wall
and leave the frame with contemplation
a messy work an expression sent
a way for the spleen to vent

selfless yet selfish

alone to be a magnet core
a spiralled outline unlike a whore
alone yet at home
adrift but tied to reason
no person to harm or gain a moment
only to give with no reply