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chewed generations crush their hope beneath heroes —murderers, black-bronze

since people who know nothing are saying Jews are trying to cheat G_d when it's in fact the opposite,

finally someone said it

a wrist is a type of neck

mkayench blqasbour flsalat, alors ghadi nmshi fl7anout . . . walakin shems katshe3 bzaf w ana . . .

A Light Emerald; a pale gold paring; a floral firework; a clasp around a heart// scenes from today as it slumps into tomorrow.

a kitten has colonized my shoulder we're turning to a life of piracy avast ye scabrous dogs

they can't keep getting away with this!!!

we've more gifts, a volume two,

touch-traced hyaline ahead of the long-limbed wind murmurs bone-black need

as long as you want

hallowed husk in hand, alights the edge of empty-angled aura; wounded white with want,

explain your @ you put the angel in your mouth. you bite down. continue.

barrier reef— I watch his ribcage stutter and slow #senryuslam #senryusunday #senryu @prunejuicejournal.bsky.social

one of my infuriating linguistic glitches is a tendency to default to "la" and "eh" for negation and affirmation, which would be fine if they weren't the only pair I have that stop functioning properly in the wrong language matrix

slick-wingèd overspilling

it's a good thing there are books about what if you received a restrained yet affirmative poem from a maiden that made you so hard you started crying

from Phorfor, 1896, Matthew Phipps Shiel

effigy-sob veiled in black coronal lick white- pale and dying mark,

waning crescent

midless axle-tree fibers, split with broad woadwarp across limpid pools,

"—a dancer whose wings seemed leeches,"

spring shrouds polished glass in reciprocal hauntings like inconstant fog

(] strand[] glimmers like salt[] on blue stone[] you,[] moth[] home, blood, and taste[] grey[] coating[] your open mouth, spine,[] blue stain white seal[] and the ghost of a thread[] soaked through[)

scent in cells where your warmth lay, rewriting mine

dust-black veins align— their pulses, synchronizing in spilling oxides

wetwealed, opening, with sharp breath, bone-pale skin shards, dew-lit, with red aching breath, ragged— at the pulsing edge, with her slow gazing silver into your wet-tongued cathedrals

The Bible (& each religious text of Abrahamic religion) is the main propaganda which created and underpins the world we have now. Subversion of monarchic authority? Check. Psychedelic dream sequences? Check. Specific regulations about home and workplace safety? Check. Erotic love poetry? Check.

cut swan-wings, piled, in silver-traced whorls blood-traced, digging fingers into concrete at the lip, porcelain-slick, glass spills, refracting and the lapis pit of the heart pools, iridian, like feathers of precious piss pit-warm,

ocher under[] bronze[] white[], the pale[] signature on vellum[] spiral[] afterglow bending[] rigid bodies[] blossoming as a concrete[] abstraction.[] PART FIVE[]

blue-snared hot blood rivulet, black in matted feathers baleful violet banded with tobacco, silver fittings scent- lichened with moonsilence in calcite honey-rendered,

mineral coagulation varicolored— blossoms across collared blades blushing soil, in its cascade gasping, his beneath, limbed with shed feathers and saltpeter;

wrapped, stiff in dark-bronze shadow, hair-thin strands, endlessly catching sulfur limn spilling pierced iron; pale blue, long tangled shreds of dead skin saltspilling ironspilling, endless where naked roots—

to smear darkness beneath his plumage/sheared through, revealing delicate inlays

teeth on dark metal rings

writhing on it

bandaged blue wrist, in its white-silenced welling calls for blood-choked throats

the pharynx is an eager student,,,

my falling cloths, manic, in their unsheathing sundewed with carotid-grime, to pace mealworm-tongued at meeting angels at meating angles at leaking edges of arithmetic tonsure-pale morning with its sweat

the edge of corrosion in the water teaches the throat of its duties; the blue-hasarding soft edge of meaning trace wraps itself around illuminating your naked breath

cut long slips of ivory bind, carefully with hollow needles

encircled in skin, soft-scented ash -hidden marks and its breast open

gallow-wight, limping, sets aside its folded rays old carrion, and new-tasted sores

strandworn thin, as spectred oil who, bloodridden, coilrayed limped close set itself raw as spilled morning on nacred hollows, and scarfathomed touched scent peripherally, open-hewed, open-hued, blue-blistering

spent and unangeled sewing a hex in the field: “kill me in moonlight”

marked, split between wings becoming separation's burning interstice

A seaworn halo Weeps crystalline teardrops Into sky-hued pupils

(fingertip, parted from trickling raindrops, by the thickness of cool glass)