Wrong
stepping in, left and right.
right as wrong can be.
in the ether coagulant spins
Poetry
276 works
Creation Cycle
after they made the day, its end
a cluster-keeper was needed, the year
from there, for ergonomic reasons,
Keep it Real
You hurt.
I hurt.
You hurt.
Moments Gone By
You had more moments with me
then I had with you,
and yet we were both there,
F.G. Lorca
In the dawn of the battle
the army was dead.
No one has stopped. No one has stopped.
Look
look there where they could not see
where we are blind
the bait is not taken
I traveled the land
I traveled through black land
gay land
meadows of white trash
I
I look behind, seeing the unlost
I stop
breathing as usual, formerly
Starved
alone in the cage he felt
Starved
the peep view with flowers
Laughing man
The view with abyss
the rolling with said
and insignificant with actually
The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see
nothing
is nothing to be seen
Omeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myself
Like an immortal, aware
Of my infinity, senseless
In stamba
From the roof she screamed
From the building aside of my aspiration of her
Only when the river drenched
Among it
Glancing, life was a burial procession
I melted with the crowd toward the grave
A yell from ground raped my toes
Forgiveness
Kill me in the open view
Where the seen is unreal
Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other one
John 2nd
Today another angel had died
A world is marching to prayer
A thought of good and