#dis #is #da #ban #daban #nastyban

Throw out your coats; grab your goats and your throats; you’re a roasted beacon of flame, toasted, set assail, shipped, and seabound, fairing from the coast of things, dead as ash, released from your cabin of torture, floating the balmy beach of the forum, cast by your shadow friends with closure, as there your system broke and your cloak of childhood, your palpable lack, situated by a frank departure from the foam of substance, had departed.

#poem of #poetry about #healing #global #holes #reflections on #worldpeace #peace #news #writerslife

Pray

Pray, puss o globular, globule o
                                   a

sea urchin o                 a
          whole pea   o   slim pickings,
my universe...   whole wih holes

needn't long reach, fra inside poles.
Blind a mind, curtain a sense,
an    ar
you,    tri       
        my hole ↑
       dwell wih me,
                           a
                                  dole
pole t plug th ozone shatter hole
        our hug from a tap tap tap dole, bu,
                       urge        mind,
you, Pine°Sol planet,↑gain↑race↑hind↑pray.

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Bottom Lines

There’s a free bird out nights, musically as alive.
Night time, I spend alone, on drives;   old walnut
crushes crest the dash edge.   I thrive the old hive
a butt to my tires, babies no man touched or putt,
as blusters shade singers;   it’s spring, and I drive.
Blusters blow smoke out.   Walnuts surf dash butt
rim and out smoke more;   and I attempt to shrive;

in, goes numerous beats;   in, goes plum sensual elixir.
out the window, mind on you;   out the window, dope.
in, goes elixir air;   in, goes fixer air;   in, goes airy dope.

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.

#poetry a #poetic #poem on #Bottom #Lines

Bottom Lines

There’s a free bird out nights, musically as alive.
Night time, I spend alone, on drives;   old walnut
crushes crest the dash edge.   I thrive the old hive
a butt to my tires, babies no man touched or putt,
as blusters shade singers;   it’s spring, and I drive.
Blusters blow smoke out.   Walnuts surf dash butt
rim and out smoke more;   and I attempt to shrive;

in, goes numerous beats;   in, goes plum sensual elixir.
out the window, mind on you;   out the window, dope.
in, goes elixir air;   in, goes fixer air;   in, goes airy dope.

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.

#poem of #poetry

Whistle at Sunshine Bats

Before line of vision,    I’d
                     already   press things
    to
    drive at drive—
   cheat a whistle
                  at the sunshine
           bats
  at beat on my lids  —before I’d woken.

                 air strips, stripped my eyes,
        Years’ posters,
sucked lack of luck      —Blue Dog—
of a shellfish cracker crack a of shell
of spell wall,   lit, rainbow spirals,
         and Blue Dog’s most famous,
which woke a joke of self-yoke.

a #Poem of #Poetry

Shadow behind Happenstance

Happenstance, chance, a mark, a pure pop
of inspiration, a flash, a writ of blood anger,
flop on the crown top, be a sheer system.
El explosion explains our eclectic submission,
where miracles are a steal as credit’s vapor.

A close, on my account, is a forgotten photo—
sister, me, mom, and dad, the kids. I see roses.
Shaves, turns, burns, pushing hubbub, lie.
Lizards in helicopters, sent, trample species,
who closed connections, individuals, rubs—
y ellas películas spin in all and lame—
inside, snap in to sleeping shadow.