this is what it is

fictional heresy, carved out of something beautiful
remorse removed, historically debased
as standing matter it's hardly on either side
formant discovery, lost to missives,
in external glow of disaster
the midnight communication
of eager erstwhile doves
thrusting themselves out
to be picked,
simple mary's pantry
regard discarded
left to drown
simple fiction of your life

brood

vision, eternal could not replace her stare
it was lodged there, she said,
it's not my choice.
you argue too much
you put your foot in
you put your cock in,
agape noisy reasoning
remembering
you and your endless words
she dances for you,
you wonder why she ever judged you
looking like that, as if looks could ever burn
you shrug, the grand illusion,
catching growths before they hatch

room

inflamed terror
birth of a thousand
years grinning
through
throbbing signaling
thrusting trustedly
in victorious arrangement
personal greeting
making each of us
unsure in our
domain, belonging
although there is no
room

interstellar

greasing the wheels
of economic good will
fictional state
of illusory mandates
finding alice's hair
empty but you declare
that although freedom
is not so much
maybe you'd like to
trust yourself,
form a sentence
of earthly beauty
meant for someone
else because in the
end, all you can depend
on is your curse
reality seeks you here
and you find home

the world in it

sitting on her own
in a cupid's matrydom
following trivial ancient
rites reality would
turn away so as not
to bleach its salty brown
of earth and ocean, heaven
met
we strive for something
but forget
when we have
room to spare
we haven't met
our heavenly care

checking visual

fortunate discovery
never detests the best
and for a lifetime
we've all been dreaming
our natural ascension
to our personal visual
demographic, fact of status
i offer you, can't
you never find another
new dynamic forward
fix this endless
sea of troubles
for now after
we've been missing
forgotten blessed, format
strained indicative
motor function