the green masque no the halls, of the market; am empty, no wear. of extension the story says, know massacres; are banal, intension red. Image by: Failing_Angel
Browsing Category Poetry
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they are all: dying, we will know. them by their. waking; dead will all they were: we, dying will know. us by them. Image by: Cobalt123
THE HORN BEEPETH BUT NOT FOR ME by Jim Daniels
— Can I please fucketh you on a stack of Bibles? Let us goeth forth and seeketh that stack of Bibles. Let us proceedeth to various bases. Let us eraseth chalk lines and dismisseth umpires…
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all; the gold, that silence wins glitter: from pots. silvers precious, most hearts will hold: that goods may be more golden. as the kid for calf; than all…
Though I Have Not Written
— for Johnathan Harvey The tops of the city buildings are braced in fog, the night sky cow-poked for blocks and the plains distilled from Des Moines to Chicago….