Shaving During A Genital Herpes Outbreak

in May that made the dora

In May that gild the harvests
and breaks through the chest of beauty
the bottom of the prose of my brain, you have everything in

which opens the anything you want;
anything you want inside, which opens to the
everything you have.
In this loss that is Life,
in May that made the dora
and blows your body in the womb of full sun

in this ocean
waiver in this abandonment mirages.
In May,
flashing and reaping the harvest

pieces of heart,
in this view, in
brillore
of Truth in the heat of his lie. In May that
dora the crops, in this atavistic
collection,
I got you.

Can You Get Mirried In Dupage Jail?

No title No title

... comes the thaw, and you want to write again. You
stirred within a few days before imperceptible, almost illusory, little by little more convincing, tonight inescapable.
Desertification miraculously comes back.
"Without writing die," he just said (somewhere) a TV in there just as you're trying again.
These are the first bleed, like a faucet from which water comes out again after several months it was dry. Vents, sighs, bursts of water and limestone and pressure changes.
You lose a bit of familiarity with the words with the exact concentration that you made the find.
Who knows ...

How Old It Bow Wow 2010

Sensible

(Work of Bryan Cairns)

Sfoglio bruising of words between
blunders and signs of cheating time
page
sinuous elegance in which deadly dizziness,
brown cognition,
terrified Shadow Supreme.
Made of Sunset. Sensible

to clean shine of your astonished eyes.

What Do Hymens Look Like

Guilt

(Opera Mark Caddell, liminality)

eviscerates white face Senso
haggard in a vacuum of flattery
where robberies comets brain confetti in dismembering

horizon of truth hidden guilt. Dug
Love

passing by drop in silver letters Morning
svirgolando
prayers in the golden sands of Mercy.