Languageless
If I were speechless
How would you receive my whisper?
Would you decipher my thought between comas?
276 works
If I were speechless
How would you receive my whisper?
Would you decipher my thought between comas?
The immortal I met the other day
Had died
I’m told
In the morning, that night was gone
I hooflesed my horses
One by one, a meadow at the time
Ha, ha, haha
The laugher was there without the hahah ha & ha
Was above the unstoppable
Naked, by the moonless breath
With visible hope, unfogging glossy moans
Destatuing the unrisen
From head to toe
He left
He went
Trust stone's soul
It will dance your mirage
Closer & closer
Naked, naked dancing in thought, in flour
unreaped from grain
Deloved by yeast
It was equal to me
minus te hope
Concrete roads, cemented
Going only
Left or right North and south
Majestic crane, passing overhead,
where is your mate? You fly solo now
yet once you soared wing to wing.
Beyond 6 ft., footless
Ashed, coughlingly into the asmathic abyss
Dieseled away
To me, faggots are people
Niggers are people
to me, people who stone people
I sit, gaze and listen out my apartment window
As the sun sets
I hear birds chirping
The time spent vehemently
between yesterday & tomorrow
stutzin'
He takes on too much
He's out to fix the world
In time
Cry, baby, cry
When there’s no one around
When all there is
Write like you never wrote before
Chisel the unspelled
Into the unmoulding
The beauty'n every leaf
I see
Its spawn in the undug below
Sex, the nirvana of plebe
Robeless, uninitiated
Moaning, careless of nightingale