

pins, a comb, string, forks-pins, a comb, string, forks
pins, a comb, string, fork(s)
the skys a big ribcage dark clouds are smokers lungs chugging along like a weeping train: sleepy widows in the black windows of a hearse.
sturdy bones vaulted across the coelum: the darkness clouds his smok


come ye thirsty revisited-come ye thirsty revisited
come ye thirsty,
the river banks on both sides. mighty mabel, so womanly, calls my fork a confluence, while we sit back and listen to the poplars and ash sing sinning songs, shaking their wet leaves beneath the heavy blanket of the clouds being rung out like tshirts; like blouses after a quick swim in the summer.
day entered night, the way he always did,
by hours of chea


a girl, nude,-a girl, nude,
a girl, nude, contemplating her body as a euphemism
she bared her teeth to scare away the heat but failed, and, discouraged, sat back down to recognize the metaphors in her eyes and kill the time told by the hazy sundial created by the arching of her back and the simple bed she sits on. dedicated ripples of hair plummet through separated fingers and curl up, interrupted by a slope of shoulders and column of neck. a blank sheet slips off her slender, nervous frame, adorned dutifully by carved collarbones and polished breasts, and crumples before the steady curve of her body. with arms wrappe
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I would like points for creativity over execution.... because I don't really like executing people.
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Critiquing someone's prose or poetry is an awesome thing to do.
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