DALI MEETS SHAKESPEARE.

DALI MEETS SHAKESPEARE. -Written by Taylor John.
[Dali, meets Shakespeare – in, a tavern.
Shakespeare, asks Dali – ‘Is that, my nose –
You, are slurping?
– “Salvador” is, such a name – not, so feminine – for,
Such works – of, A Caterer?’
Dali, responds – in, thought of the surrendered gestures –
Of, loving abuse: ‘O Body,
Hers, is curved –
In, our Company: to,
Find Vocation: the Women –
Whom, need your Charity – too,
In Kisses?’]

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THE YOUNG GERMAN HAS A WORK OF ART.

THE YOUNG GERMAN HAS A WORK OF ART. -Written by Taylor John.

[The Darnedest Hides The Scars] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..The, elaborate char:
The Darnedest – hiding, the
Scars : (The –
“To – mention”; the –
“To – dart?”)]

[If The Soul Had A Pretty Star] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..Would – Angels, still
Be believed – and, of
His Art;

If – The Soul, had – a,
Pretty Star: (Would – One – so,
Be
Apart?]

[O His Body Of Work Is Full Of Glisten] [January 31st, 2017.]
[Like – a kin: to –
A, broken cup – of,
Man; squiring – for,
His,
Once – full-order,
Of Love :

O Daughter,
O Listen – O his,
Body of work: is – full;
Of –
Glisten.!]

[The Cupid Dart Has A Broken Tip] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Cupid Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..?)]

[The Lingual Dart Has A Broken Tip] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Lingual Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..?)]

[The Cupid Dart Has A Broken Tip and The Lingual Dart Has A Broken Tip] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Cupid Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..? Good! It – gives,
Me rest – for, where –
(I’ve, already been –
There) before:
The, Lingual Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Whore..?)]

[O His Ditty Has Been Scorned Ever Once What For] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..His, punctuation – his,
Obligation – to, his
Suffocation;
His – seemingly,
Screwed
Whore!

(O his, ditty – has, been
Scorned – ever, once;
What – for!)]

[Like A Slow Worm Yet The Running Is All So Wicked] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..O Mouth – touching:
As, though – of,
An intrepid walking kid;

(Why – condemn, what – yet,
You – hear, the
Other – awkward,
Lid –
Oh!

O
Like
A
Slow
Worm
Yet
The
Running
Is
All
So
Wicked!)]

[Hope Is A Murmuring Treasure] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..It – speaks, of the mind’s
Work-ful – and, playful –
Leisure;
(Yet – it, grieves – and,
Batters!)

Hope – is,
A murmuring treasure.]

[Temperance Is Ready With It’s Measuring Spoon] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…As, what – you,
Perceive, of –
(Of, his anger: a –
Bloody holding – of,
A wooden spoon);
Temperance – is, ready – with,
It’s, measuring spoon:
(Her –
Santa del Loon..!]

[The Frown Usually Has The Poet’s Face] [January 31st, 2017.]
The Poet – has, nowhere to run:
From – his, own deep concern; a –
Madness!

As – Happiness, dawns –
On, him (The Frown);
(Usually –
Has, The Poet’s face; and,
His –
Samson Hair!)

Why – Reader – do, you
Guess – it, for?
For – your,
Own,
Cheer?

[The Frown – usually, has –
The Poet’s face: of –
Your,
Caress..?]

[The Trees That Are Newly Rooted Seem Like They’re Dying] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..They – seem, like
They’ll –
Barely, make it;
(They’re – barely,
Fighting!)

The, trees – that, are newly
Rooted – seem,
Like – they’re, dying: as, like –
The,
Love – from, the hands – that,
Once – so,
Went, “Ding-a-ling!
(I’m –
Acquired, to crying!)”]

[When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Lover] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…For – the, awful teasing – is,
Quite – a, bother!
When – I, grow up – I,
Want – to, be: A Lover!
With – a,
Wordsmith-like,
Treasured
Supper.]

[I Need This Out This Mad Ol’ Cry] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…If – One’s ditty – was, like
The dodgy ol’ meat-pie:
I, will – need, this out : this –
Mad, ol’ cry..!]

[I Don’t Look At Works (A Ditty For Bill Gates)] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Because – of, you: I, don’t,
Look – at, works; (I’d,
Rather – look – at, pictures!)

Because – of, you: (I – have,
All, sorts – of,
Kinder,
Bitches..!)]

[I Will Bring A Lamp Upon My Words] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Nowadays – my, sight and hearing – are,
Like a broken winged bird;
Yet – I, still hunger – to,
Learn – and, to share: (I, will –
Bring – A Lamp – (dear),
Upon – my, words..)]

[If All Of The World Were Poets] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Would – we, believe: a,
Word – (One, would say);
If – all, of The World – were,
Poets: would – Love,
And Hate –
Leave, us –
Today..?]

[O Her Thought Like Amassed’ Of It A Wicked Whip] [February 4th, 2017.]
[…Whilst – our,
Long Engagement – chows;
Like, a sour – speck (or –
Spotted Dick!)

(This – poor, man’s hung
Neck…..obliged..Homesick?)

O her, thought – like,
Amassed’ – of, it –
A Wicked Whip: (has, me –
Vulnerable; has, me –
Dipped:
Oh, I must – try not,
To, Scoff – of,
Her – elaborate,
Pip..!)]

[Have A Good Ear] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…I, just – listened –
To, it! It – was,
Awesome!

(Two, or three – Friendships – have,
Heard – of, you) You –
Have, a good ear..]

[Bottom’s Luscious Plum] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…New – Mastery: A Beat;
(With – a, Thumb : an –
Awful, Dead-Beat, or Bum?)

New – Rivalry: (each –
Bottom’s luscious plum: a,
Wild – Seat: for – the,
Likes – of, Everest – or,
Fuji;

(Whilst – New Treat – in,
The eyes – of,
New Mastery..)]

[The Benefit Of The Dweller Is His Sitting] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…He – gets, bored – or,
Old – with, it?

The, benefit – of,
The Dweller – is,
His Sitting; with –
An old den – of,
Well-wishing;
Penance: his,
Dressing…..And,
Gold – of, Utter’s
Chilling…..nestlings?]

[Project] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…I, would – seriously,
Drink – another, wine: (and –
Think, about it..)

…(If – my, pencil – had,
A hell of a rubber: for,
Me – to, run – fitter!
Further..?)

(…Project!)]

[I Aren’t Four No More] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…(I – aren’t, four – no,
More) The, eggs – that,
I smashed – had,
The most hellish worm!
(And – turned,
Hurl) inside –
I..!]

[The Bright Fighter Has A Bright Future] [February 17th, 2017.]
[(…He, may – bring,
You – some!)

The Bright Fighter – has,
A bright future! (A,
Most – acquired,
Thumb..!)]

[The Eye Of Jealousy Is So Crude] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…She – Dance: with –
The Golden Hour; and –
With – The Acquired
Toot!!

O The Eye – of,
Jealousy – is,
So crude!

So – vile!
(The Golden Hour – bent,
And bruised…..Satire..?)]

[The Breath]
[…You – feel, better – working
(At – at, least – something);
(You, feel – better – when,
You’re – alive, and
Deserving) Of – the,
Biggest – humour;
(Of – the, biggest
Hour:
O The Chatter – the,
Power: of – the,
Serving’s Breath..?)]

[The Young German Has A Work Of Art] [February 18th, 2017.]
[…She – is, really confident;
And – really, smart!

The, young German – has,
A Work of Art:
(A – most, (dire)
Inspiring –
Heart..?)]

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DAISIES TO YOUR SLEEVE.

DAISIES TO YOUR SLEEVE. – Written by Taylor John.

[‘Till I Grieve What Is Wed] [December 12th, 2014.]
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – the star, would be his own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – all, goodly young – she’d, own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – as, we try to catch the vine;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – she, must surely – be thine.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – if, heart – were, heart – content;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I, would of – sang, to it’s lament;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – If, I’d caught – her, keenly smile;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I, would of – loved it – all, the while.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – Sacred, Angel – would, you appear;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – are we, ruined – on, our sphere;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – are, all our days – undone;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – if, all – my ways – I’d, won.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – Word – I, would – break, her plight;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – ’till, I feel her touch – is, right;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – ’till, the day – walks, through the blue;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I’ve, no bitter – nor, better news.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – how – I’d, seen – all, I’d forward – to see;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – now – you, leave me – leave me, be;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – how, I see – by, the hour’s kindly face;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – her scattered deeds – for, no trace.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – the star, would be his own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – all, goodly young – she’d, own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – as, we try to catch the vine;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – she, must surely – be thine.

[O Banter] [September 10th, 2015.]
Banter – is, all so good!
To – keep,
The brain – as,
You would?

Banter – is, all so good!
To – leech, on
Someone – when,
No one else would?

Banter – is, all so good!
To – kill,
The boredom – of,
Pinocchio’s could?
Banter – is, all so good!
So – good,
A dream – of,
Lonely – should?

[Beware!] [September 10th, 2015.]
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Doesn’t know – if, he’s read.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Doesn’t know – who’s in bed.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Does, his bit – gingerly.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Has – little, family.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Is all, too kind.
Beware – of, the nut-job – you say,
‘All so blind!’

[As The Time-Piece Crudely Rolls] [September 11th, 2015.]
Limbs – fashioned, on the sheets – making,
Its’ way – down, and deep.
The time-piece crudely rolls – and,
You – will, deliver – with, its’ sheaf!
The below! The ends of your hands!
The knees bow – for, to blow!

[Winter Should Tear Down Our Walls] [September 11th, 2015.]
O Watcher – of, the sea!
O Watcher – of, our dreams!

O Watcher – of, our limbs!
O Watcher – of, the grim!
Winter – should, tear down – our,
Walls!

[Farts Are The Best Self-Loathing] [September 15th, 2015.]
Correcting. Sneaking. Peaking. Wrestling.
Farts are the best medicine.
Farts are the best self-loathing..

[Index Finger] [September 15th, 2015.]
Index finger, is clicking!
Lighter – is,
Not yet oblivion!

There’s a way – that,
You breathe again.
Whether – they,
Tear – strapping, down – for,
Their – sit in?

[Respect] [September 18th, 2015.]
Respect
Governs; I
Think
It’s necessary – but,
Ousted!

Not necessary – and,
Too homestead?

[Mystique Has A Long Bow] [September 29th, 2015.]
Mystique has a long bow – Heart;
Song;
Heart-String, that is own;
Mystique has a long bow – shown;
Told;

Mystique has a long bow – aloud;
Alone.

[Love Has No Edge] [September 29th, 2015.]
Love has no edge – it,
Is like a bow – outstretched;
Love has no edge – it,
Is every man’s Lament;
Love has no edge – it,
Is all so torn – but, bent;
Love has no edge – it,
Screams what is sent.

Love has no edge – it,
Is gold, silver, lady
Bronze;
Love has no edge – it,
Is goodly, but blunt;
Love has no edge – it,
Is tiresome, and won;
Love has no edge – it,
Is bitter, and done.

[Heartache Stands Tall] [September 29th, 2015.]
Heartache stands tall – it,
Borrows nothing;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Governs one;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Comforts thy heart-beat – like,
A treat;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Plays to the beat;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Loves pretty things;
Heartache stands tall – yet it,
Grieves and weeps;
Heartache stands tall – if,
Wonder – were, her child;
Heartache stands tall – all,
The dearly while.

[Beauty – has, her – a name.] [October 6th, 2015.]
Beauty – has, her – a name;
And too – a mischievous nickname!
Her – heartstrings – are, disdained;
Her – language – O laundered, of pain.

Dear: listen – I, have hope!
Dear: wrestle – nobody’s joke!
You, are – this, man’s hearty choke!
Blessed – be, thy love’s antidote!

Rest – dear, bosom – on, his flight!
Descend – dear, lady – on, his might!

[A Heart-Smith] [October 6th, 2015.]
A heart-smith – this,
Lucky child:
She – bears, the face – and,
Bears – his, smile.

Lucky – O lucky,
A child:
He, bears – yet,
O fourteen little winds;
Now – bounded,
In, her grin.

O lucky – maestro’s sin:
A heart-smith’s lucky inn..

[A Star Has A Doctrine] [October 6th, 2015.]
A star – has, a doctrine:
Aren’t, we – better off, believing that?
A star – has, a doctrine:
Of – mistletoe’s counter act?

A star – has, a doctrine:
(Mind you – oh,
How – it, is of sin?)
A star – has, a doctrine:
For – to, better him?
A star – has, a doctrine:

O bound – by, Heaven?
A star – has, a doctrine:
For, mind – and,
Limb?

A star – has, a doctrine:
Of, a higher lesson?
A star – has, a doctrine:
For, the miser’s bosom?

[Lend’th The Prettiest Yarn] [October 7th, 2015.]
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn:
If – dreams, could – work, it in?
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn – if,
Arms – to, win?

Lend’th – the prettiest yarn:
If – the land of promise – is,
The land of glory?
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn – if,
Her words – begin, the story..

[Weariness Has A Calendar] [October 7th, 2015.]
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – the sun, bring’th touch;
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – the sun, repeat so much.

Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – winter, has it’s lonely peace;
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – winter, unloved – a beat..

[Drama Is The Bigger Bird] [October 7th, 2015.]
Drama – is, the bigger bird:
How? Hence – whose, greater worth!
Drama – is, the bigger bird:
The bigger kiss,
The bigger word.

[Now – This, Is A Plow.] [October 7th, 2015.]
Now – this, is a plow:
The nightmares,
The holding of the light:
Undone;
Earthed;
Withered;
Dead.

[Daisies To Your Sleeve (Revised)] [October 13th, 2015.]
Daisies – to, your bed, dear:
No woes – but, of prettiest fair:
Of, red roses – in blossom,
And endurance – to, love.
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.

Dear – a plenitude – yes!
Love – of which, there –
We, shall abide – with,
Tears of joy – youthful; fine;
Gorgeous memories – prevailing..
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.
Dear – of, love : of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.

[Tidings Of Your Grace (Revised)] [October 14th, 2015.]
Tidings – of, your grace –
We, call:
O light – of, all –
Of, Old;
I can – hear it,
In – your, tone – O Dear –
And, in –
The traces, paths – unfold.

Out – of, Song – our,
Love – like, fever’s –
Coloured,
Wretched fend;
Sang – like,
From – golden books –
A-perched –
We – do,
Look – to, its end.

Like – oh,
Old Lover of Gin:
A fallen flower – to,
The wind:
Having – many,
A fine verse;
Like – a bird,
On – its pretty perch.

She – dance,
Like, the flowers – in,
The winds’ broken hour;
For – the fallen flowers –
In, his fair hands –

(You, can’t see – are,
Withered strands – he,
Can – no longer, carry..)

Oh – like, a broken wing –
That, does not mend;
Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
For, the better man?

Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
Oh, of Heaven’s dew?
I can – hear it,
In – your tone – o dear;
And – in, the traces –
Mouths, anew..

A broken man – you,
Speak – of, his name;
As – the, cool winds – voice,
Your, loving game;
As – the cool winds – wake,
They soul – to,
Shore..

He – is, perched – like,
A bird – who, do sing –
From, his loving heart-strings;
To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.
(To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.)

[On Returning Home] [October 20th, 2015.]
Good afternoon – shy eyes!
Found a home, in the other room:
Far-cry of things, alright – with,
A pipe, and a dream.

Good afternoon – shy eyes!
I must – undress,
My travelers’ best – of,
Things – sought, unto:

Unload, the good afternoon:
O shy eyes, on my breast –
Dear, Bloom.

[A Birthday] [October 20th, 2015.]
The palette, is of youth –
Wild, and true.
The palette, is of which –
Latter mans’ news.

The palette, is of congregation –
Fixated, to the warm dues:
The memories, of a happy pool;
Like, memories of a lucky mule.

Cheeses? And, Spotted Dick?
Handshakes. And, travelers’ trip.
The palette, is of latter man’s news –
Wild, and true.

[O Darling Words Of Fault] [October 21st, 2015.]
Til’ the gossip, dies down –
I, must face the truth;
Til’, the gossip dies down –
I, can’t look at you.

You, can’t look at me –
We, don’t know what we want;
Yet, message me – a cry,
O Darling, words of fault.

[A Noble Dream-Scape] [October 31st, 2015.]
A noble dream-scape, is comfortable: it,
Fulfills, its last request – then,
Ponders, on its regrets.

A noble dream-scape, is admirable: it,
Saves – reneges a dollar – then,
Ravels, with its blade.

A noble dream-scape, is personable: it,
Still, clutches cattle – then,
Would gladly, name one Bess.

A noble dream-scape, is the all good for satire:
Higher –
Feuds, with a good son’s breast –
A miser?

[Love Is Outstretched] [October 31st, 2015.]
It is not, completely honest – it, is not
Completely false, nor true;
Though, either way – love,
Is the truest teller;
Has lost – his, loving blues?

I’d like, to be in love again – but,
What, is the cost?
I’d like, to have you on my mind – but
Not, at this fault – not,
At hers – either.

Can we – be, honest – and,
See it – as, it is: a poisonous bow?
Can we – be, humble in ourselves – and,
Love – all, so?

Love – is, outstretched: though,
Hunts – like, a wayward bow;
Are we – all so, ruined?
Does, anybody know?

[I Have Gotten To Somehow Struck Gold] [November 12th, 2015.]
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – mind, is of the better.
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – tongue, does not the chatter.

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – love, is ever, so true;

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
If hate, is once – so, new.

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – words, could only splatter;
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – good, was worth the matter.

[It – Stands, Like A Poem.] [November 12th, 2015.]
It – stands, like a poem
(broken – in, its plea.)
It – stands, like a Colosseum:
All, skite-ily.

It – stands, like a fish – in,
All it’s mid-flight stillness.
it – stands, like a dream – for,
Each wayward breast.

It – makes sense – if,
it’s old – why,
if – gently, weeping.
It – makes sense – if,
it’s young – why,
young – to be, of keeping.

Tap into your gentle realm;
tap out, of – his,
arms of doubt.
It – stands, like a poem:
Like – however, how?

[The Lie] [November 17th, 2015.]
One’s lie, has a swollen thought:
However, so – grossly, caught;
One’s lie, has a swollen naught:
Of – someone’s, dire sport.

One’s lie, has a swollen heart:
However, so – hellishly, apart;
One’s lie, has a swollen art:
Of – something’s, crude struck dart.

One’s lie, has a swollen love:
However, so – anguished, or proud;
One’s lie, has a swollen tower:
Of – that man’s, cowered spout.

One’s lie, has a swollen song:
However, so – told, or sang;
One’s lie, has a swollen tongue:
Of – the ages, of long.

[If Money Was A Wrinkle] [December 2nd, 2015.]
If – money – was, a wrinkle:
A tingle?
A tart?

If – money – was, a wrinkle:
A most,
Peculiar art?

[The Simple Man Is A Swinger] [December 2nd, 2015.]
The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
Juggles, his and her bathroom towels!

The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
Actually, cares about his pals!

The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
party’s like a whore!

The simple man – is, a swinger: for,
Better words’ score!

[Care Loves A Guesser] [December 2nd, 2015.]
Care – loves, a guesser: how – to nod, to her –
If, she is not quite the jovial spark?

Where – aren’t, nor – better, lark?

Her hands – are, so sweet and tiny!
Her care – a song-man’s bounty!
Have’th – like, her good gesture: piety –
A broken man’s venture..

[The Drinker Has A Smile] [December 2nd, 2015.]
The drinker, has a smile: the soles of his shoes,
Are like his undie’s trial?
His, patience – a crooked mile?
His love – a dirty smile?

[Regret Is The Sour Tongue] [December 2nd, 2015.]
Regret – is, the sour tongue: itchy,
Pressingly – an, aching bud?
Regret – is, the sour tongue: sprightly,
Bitter, won?

[Oh Word] [December 5th, 2015.]
Fatty and Skinny, fell down a hill.
Skinny, rolled over, Fatty’s fill.
Fatty – laughed, an awesome love-heart.
Whilst, Skinny – saw, nothing – but,
Oh, the art!

Then – dancing, in the dark – did,
Spell:
Skinny, and his wishing-well: a quick, shag –
Among, the garden gnomes – whilst,
Fatty’s on her telephone.

Licking, smiles off his face – little,
Skinny – for, no disgrace: had – a berry,
Off the tree;
Had – a mountain – for,
To see.

Skinny – loves, his good big bird;
Fatty – loves,
To spread – the word..

[Langrouw] [December 4th, 2015.]
Langrouw (thought, I should it, down –
It sounds, like a whine.)
Langrouw – need, now a better buggered wine.

[Attitude Needs Some Coin] [December 5th, 2015.]
Attitude – needs, some coin! (no – drunken
Lout, among the corn!)

Attitude – needs, some coin: rider – in,
Her happy storm!

Attitude – needs, some coin: in,
Subject – to, her pretty groin.

(Attitude – needs, some coin: comfier – than,
The teasing loin?)

[There’s Letters Unearthed Among The Hatred] [December 5th, 2015.]
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred! (Do you,
Prefer – loving notes, or
Kindly trims?)

There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred: of,
Ever so-so’s bling!
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred: binding,
Love – in, an open wing!
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred:
For – to, to bring..

[Latter Man’s Short On All Offered] [December 5th, 2015.]
Latter man’s short – on, all offered:
Where – his, good and proper?

Latter man’s short – on, all offered:
Where – his, lullaby’s slobber.

[When Dew Of Morning] [December 17th, 2015.]
What ever they need to do it,
There’s something beautiful
About singing by oneself.
Why – so, glum – o singer?
When – dew, of morning –
Let’s one, walk on its’ path!

[Life Is A Carnival] [December 17th, 2015.]
Life, is a carnivore – a carnival – to,
His spore (if – she, the looker, to like;
The well rounded chase – of,
Art – adored?)

[Ode Is The Biggest Leaper] [December 24th, 2015.]
Ode, is the biggest leaper: she – outstretches, empathy –
As if, a tiring abode – must, pass again?

Hearts – stray, and interchange – by, change:
Lead, to own gesture – evoking;
Entreaty – outspoken;
Zeal – the token.

[If The Liquor Store Sold Shoes] [December 24th, 2015.]
If the liquor store sold shores – I, would – stare, glum!
If the liquor store sold shores – I, would – want me some..

[I Write This For (Revised)] [December 26th, 2015.]
I write this for – my darling,
I’ve known: however,
She – may, stumble;
However, she may – come,
To ruin.

I write this for – all beauty:
To stay – free, and humble – your,
Kisses – and, each – fallen,
Tear: to be – of, no
Sorrow; to be – of,
No despair.

I write this for – beginnings!
With – a breast – of,
Noble address – of joy:
To be – humble.

[How’s The Compliment?] [December 10, 2015.]
– How’s the compliment?
– repulsive!
– how’s the hour?
– stained!
– you wanna, kiss?…
– my mouth is vile!
– a touch?
– me’ slap-face vine!
– a peek?
– me’ love is seeding!
– a poke?
– me’ laugh – a fatty’s, Jove!
– a tickle?
– piss off, Romeo!
– a note?
– “bye-bye, Joke!”

[If Abomination Had It A New Tongue] [January 17th, 2016.]
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – all, I wanna be: be – without,
The next exciting seedling.
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – to, His house – not, bring.
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – surely, fight to win?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – yet, need of something?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – be guilt, and whim?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – shed, but good news – to, sing.

[It Might Make Me Dig Deeper] [January 19th, 2016.]
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However, heart – drawn – to, his pursuit;
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However – eyes – rotting, by her fruits?

It – might, make me dig deeper:
Just – to, listen?
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However, hands – to, kiss them?

It – might, make me dig deeper:
Just, to – in, the middle of the night – grin?
It – might, make me dig deeper:
If – to, bury him?

[The Harlequin Has It A Crooked Grin] [January 23rd, 2016.]
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – dames,
To – so, gladly win?
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – games,
To – so, approve – of, him?

The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – names,
To – so, fault?
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – tame,
To – his, vault?

[Love Has A Second Wind] [January 24th, 2016.]
Love, has a second wind: forget, the grim –
The battling things!
Love, has a second wind: for, too – to,
Spin?

Love, has a second wind: gorgeous – though,
A little, aloof!
Love, has a second wind: for – too, to
Prove?

Love, has a second wind: delightful! Calm!
Love, has a second wind: for which,
Coolest charm?

Love, has a second wind: cute;
Disarmed!
Love, has a second wind: beautiful,
Yet, darned!

[On Second Hearing I Have’th Youth] [January 24th, 2016.]
On second hearing, I have’th youth: sound –
However, seemingly aloof – now, of fine entreaty?
On second hearing, I have’th youth: breathe –
However, seemingly loved – for, heartbeats’ city?

On second hearing, I have’th youth: truth –
However, seemingly shrewd – or, witty?
On second hearing, I have’th youth: a story –
However, seemingly mooring – obtusely, gritty?

[Hand’th The Once Sang Temper] [January 24th, 2016.]
Hand’th the once sang temper – take her,
As – one, anew!
Hand’th the once sang temper – break her,
As – better, bitter news!

Hand’th the once sang temper – lift her,
As – the chords – that, she may find’th peace!
Hand’th the once sang temper – ask her,
As – words – abound, and release!

[The Wind Is All So Well] [February 5th, 2016.]
The wind, is all so well – it,
Soars, to all one’s wit;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Gathers up His spit.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Carries, one’s loving whisper;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Loves, the loving gesture.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Seems to moan, the silly sitter;

The wind, is all so well – it,
Finds him, in his whimper.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Lovelier – a listener;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Knows, his words – are, with her..

[Small Tears Lilt Her Little Hope] [February 9th, 2016.]
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taught, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whom, gentlest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whose, tempest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what one, sows?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – which, love to grow?

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – this moment, or that?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – good man’s spat.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taught, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

[Love Is The Finest Bow] [February 9th, 2016.]
Love is the finest bow: it – has, grace – and, humility.
Love is the finest bow: it – knows, it’s purpose: how – entreaty?
Love is the finest bow: it – keeps, on winning: to, plow?
Love is the finest bow: it – goodness, to which – are, thou.

Love is the finest bow: it – be, the light: the now.
Love is the finest bow: it – no wonder, is endowed..

[Touch Needs Some Tender Light] [February 9th, 2016.]
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, worthy!
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, newsworthy?
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, the for – and, go!
Touch needs some tender light: it – shall be, nobody’s woe.

Touch needs some tender light: it – has, eyes – to, see her!
Touch needs some tender light: it – is his, might – she, would not miss him.

Touch needs some tender light: it – is, like, a prism: limbs – let;
Limbs spent: within, them.
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, heaven..

[Might Is The Sweetest Dweller] [February 10th, 2016.]
Might is the sweetest dweller: she – is like, a woman’s rare sensibility – gracious!
Might is the sweetest dweller: she – is like, a man’s shared piety – not wasted!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is like, a wrestler’s entirety – tasted!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is like, a mouse, in one’s city – courageous!

Might is the sweetest dweller: she – walks forward, further – placed!
Might is the sweetest dweller: he – soldiers – without, a murmur – elate!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is bolder, than love’s neglect – for, no trace!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is, head to toe – Blackjack’s double ace!

[If I’d Known About Forgiveness] [February 10th, 2016.]
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, gladly – want me, some.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, needn’t be – so, glum.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, feel – the heart, has won.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, so love – the Holy One.

If I’d known about forgiveness – would, still step – so, gingerly?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, hold love – whole heartily?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, try – not, to cheat – the story?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, learn – to love, in glory..

[Summer Is A Time Of Reflection] [February 16th, 2016.]
Summer is a time of reflection: it, is where – a need,
For forgiveness, is in a cute brow-ed light;
Summer is a time of reflection: a muse, of lover’s sight!;
Summer is a time of reflection: it’s gorgeous stillness – alive!
Summer is a time of reflection: every time!

[The Hour Is Quieter When In Love] [February 16th, 2016.]
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, I – look – better, now?
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, I – feed – myself?
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, my ears – still, hear her sing?
(The hour, is quieter when in love: o guard – o Medusa’s sin?)

[I Am In A Lordly Knot] [February 16th, 2016.]
I am, in a Lordly knot: I know – I am!
I am, in a Lordly knot: yet – I think, about you!
I am, in a Lordly knot: everyone – has, something!
I am, in a Lordly knot: if – one’s heart – to, bring – unto?

I am, in a Lordly knot: at – the glasses’ end;
I am, in a Lordly knot: worried – I may, not make it, alone.
I am, in a Lordly knot: is – this, my house – my, home?
I am, in a Lordly knot: merely, monotone..

[The Poet May Seem Content] [February 16th, 2016.]
The poet may seem content: wild, and true;
The poet may seem content: if, for you.
The poet may seem content: his, venture – his,
Answers;
The poet may seem content: her, treasures – her,
dances..

[Snow Is A Thought If One Does Not See It] [February 16th, 2016.]
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: luxurious, a plow!
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: if – manner – is, his brow?
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: though – collected, now;
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: in – one’s better, tower..

[We Show Our Intelligence Like A Stolen Jewel] [February 17th, 2016.]
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: who – has,
The thievery hands – like, the dew?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: like – a butterfly,
Undone in Flora: must – our, speech – suffice?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: like – a wood – in,
A vice: awaiting, it’s changeable sight?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: as, if – a stowaways’ might:
A fighter – yet, subdued;
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: a sordid brew..

[I Trust Your Judgment] [February 18th, 2016.]
I trust, Your judgment: if – clean hands, that had been wed;
I trust, Your judgment: if – willingness, was said;
I trust, Your judgment: if – our care, was of Your bosom;
I trust, Your judgment: if – love, was yet to glisten.

I trust, Your judgment: if – day, find’th – o a loving tact;
I trust, Your judgment: if – her acts – had, better lacked;
I trust, Your judgment: if – calm – had, it a heavenly sting;
I trust, Your judgment: if – I had, clear lines – to, sing.

I trust, Your judgment: if – sound – had, not her murmur;
I trust, Your judgment: if – goodwill – is, all the further..

[If You Let Them In – Love, Their Faults.] [February 24th, 2016.]
If you let them in – love, their faults: like, a fly – if, he –
Drinks – the dregs, of your wine!
Like – the sitter: he may, ask of your empathy – from a,
Love-struck thorn, or vine?
Like – the eccentric, one with his mighty horn: he –
Has been, invited in – had, stared at the round moon –
And, not yet – laid out, on your lawn..!

If you let them in – love, their faults: get rid – of,
Your raising – to, the hobo’s head: for,
His – friendly word – is gently, alive – and, said..!

[Mouth – That, Is Flossed – Too, Has A Gutter.] [February 24th, 2016.]
Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: it – is,
Up to you, to clean it – to, speak – so, sound!
(Nor – for, no joking rime or fun’s lewdness abound!)

Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: filth – it’s
Sordid spatter – of, the town?
All – torn, and tattered – a burden’s mound..
(Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: a sound!)

[Modern Love Is A Trickle Of New Doubt] [February 24th, 2016.]
Modern love – is, a trickle of new doubt: will – one,
Just – up, and leave you?
Modern love – is, a trickle of new doubt: for –
The ideal, or the free – to, squash through..

[Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick] [February 25th, 2016.]
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: had her – heart,
That she – cradles him: she – broke, in; she – parted?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: if – words, afar:
Like a lick, of the guitarist’s art – has, she – mastered, him – in,
A charm of nestling?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: is, she – all, bite: good,
Spite; Medusa’s lie – a riddle’s inn?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: to be, alone –
A much, safer lesson?

[The Right Breast Of A Friend] [25th of February, 2016.]
The right breast, of a friend: I must leave,
The friends – that, muck my words;
The right breast, of a friend: are you – all good,
And kind – a loving word?
The right breast, of a friend: neither, thine – nor, their crocked worth!
The right breast, of a friend: in one’s kindly vine, and loving hurt..

[Sentiment Is A Figment If Truant] [February 26th, 2016.]
Sentiment is a figment if truant: lies – can, trickle in;
Sentiment is a figment if truant: time – can, all be so well spent!
Sentiment is a figment if truant: eyes – avoiding, one’s good kindly lent!
Sentiment is a figment if truant: love – hatred’s happy dent!

Sentiment is a figment if truant: resolute – if, joy – were,
Her black hole?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: if – anyone, should own?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: a wasted thought;
A heroine – so, lightly caught?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: of – our, better sport?

[Lust Is The Sordid Keeper] [February 26th, 2016.]
Lust is the sordid keeper: her muse – is, of a selfish tone!
Lust is the sordid keeper: she will, let – a happy home!
Lust is the sordid keeper: truant; atoned!
Lust is the sordid keeper: work filled; thy glow?

Lust is the sordid keeper: an atheist; a woe!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a beggar; a note!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a guardian – to, the show!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a believer; a bow!

[I Will Be Robbing Some Flowers For Margaret] [March 3rd, 2016.]
I will be robbing some flowers for Margaret. It, is her day!
I will be letting a couple of bombs off, at my place – they, are called flea-bombs..but, anyway…

[I Am Seeing Them On The Poverty Line] [March 3rd, 2016.]
I am seeing them on the poverty line: the users,
The pushers,
The too gentlest – in, her qualm?
I am seeing them on the poverty line: a headache;
A psalm..

[Spot The Hobo] [March 8th, 2016.]
Spot the hobo: he – found, five plastic bags of vcr tapes (for his Abo!)
Spot the hobo: he – has a wine bar – on, the kitchen stove (it, is Country!)
Spot the hobo: he – is tall, and stout! (in – her eyes – her,
Giant lout; a little, scrunchy?)
Spot the hobo: he – is, a laugh – a pout – of, gentry?

[What Is There, Empty?] [March 8th, 2016.]
What is there, Empty: filled – by, love – however, it is spilled?
What is there, Empty: aloud – yet, alone? Merciful?
What is there, Empty: Glad’s spill – of, moral – plentiful:
How – are, you – dear, soldier;
How – is, thy will?

What is there, Empty: the work – isn’t, gonna answer it!
What is there, Empty: our hands – like, two stars – about, lit?
What is there, Empty: o mind – will, commit..

[Where Do I Belong?] [March 8th, 2016.]
Lout, of thieves! Screwing Addicts! That cry – disbelief!
I have been, ousted – from, my common friend: my dear wife – my, leaf!
I stay – among, the drugged slaves – of, whose bum, or teat?
(I cop, the last dregs – of, their song: the, psalm – with, no end, but their sheets..)

Where, do I belong?
O where, do I belong – dear, Leaf!
Where, can – I go, strong:

O where can – I go, strong – a,
Beat..

[Glad Guise For Into The Good Night] [March 8th, 2016.]
Glad guise for into the good night: Dr. Woman – is, still the one that turns meow-n!
Glad guise for into the good night: Not, enough can – yet, it is remarkable – and,
More promising – a scam?
Glad guise for into the good night: It – has, to mean something! Maybe, it’s the one
Thing we can’t consciously perceive?
Glad guise for into the good night: a mess; a sneeze!

[The Happy Sneak] [March 10th, 2016.]
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: sex, is disgusting (when you think of it!)
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: love’s tract – a bustle; a snout?
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: slobbery, sex’ seconds – a-let; a-non-tongued lout!
(Coz’, oozes – in, the second throng: a flattering, pout..)

[Gold-Worth, Of Play’s Utter] [March 10th, 2016.]
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: have – a reading: dear, peaceful man!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: lone – yeah, the heart – to, span!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: joke – o merciful, gentlest fan!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: love – thy, perfect plan..

[At The Gentlest Hour] [March 10th, 2016.]
At – the gentlest hour: love – is, a-mending – thy, wounds!
At – the gentlest hour: I will, see you soon!
At – the gentlest hour: life – will, wake thy loon!
At – the gentlest hour: Yet, for – to, bloom..

[Latter-Worth Charm, If Laugh – Were, About] [March 10th, 2016.]
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, gun, was a pea-straw!
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, the remains, after the harvest – are,
good, a spore!
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, peace – were, not the last straw;
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, face – were, face to draw..

[O Rain] [March 15th, 2016.]
O rain – o gorgeous spat – of, upwards’ downward chat:
Left, to our own wet roulette – heart,
If, kindly – spoken..

[You Sat Down On It Before] [March 16th, 2016.]
You sat down on it before: the thirst; the slip.
You sat down on it before: the rime; the hip.
You sat down on it before: the inch; the fat.
You sat down on it before: the song; the chat..

You sat down on it before: the call; the math.
You sat down on it before: the dress; the hat.
You sat down on it before: the ignore; the spree.
You sat down on it before: the mystery..

[I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother] [March 22nd, 2016.]
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: for me, I couldn’t pick a finest mother: she,
Works at love, so simply – so, thoughtful;
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: yes – for me, a handful!
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: one – so, blooming true!
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: So, I say – I love you..

[Latter-Sang Left His Bloody Arrow] [March 23rd, 2016.]
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – carries, her little whimpers – in, his bow!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – misplaced, her woes!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – meant, to tickle her toes!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – left it, grim and low!

[Song, Sang Let’th – For To, To Show] [March 23rd, 2016.]
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – let, the world in!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – still, learned about life, within!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – sold, some – to, gain the pretty sum!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – is, thy elaborate soul; thy, One..

[You Need Tom Come Back Real Quick!] [March 23rd, 2016.]
You didn’t have to think about me, coz’ you had something to do!
(I went to town to pick up my pay slip, and get my goodies!
Gidday! Yes – looking for you! You, need to come back real quick!)

[I Love My Junkies] [March 23rd, 2016]
I love my junkies: they say, they are intravenous users, not the grubby shit!
I love my junkies: for, they are quick!
I love my junkies: whereby, a bird’s tale..
I love my junkies: all, the while..

[O Lend’th The Quickest Psalm] [March 23rd, 2016.]
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – oh, my hair is dread!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – my, love is dead!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – age, is all so stained!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for, thou – disdain?

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UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

UNDER THE MISTLETOE. – Written by Taylor John.

I. UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

I. Aye Aye, Sir! (A Prelude.)

[Nice, email – eh..?] “Cheers Taylor, and welcome to the world of stamps!

Can I recommend you may like to consider joining the NZ Stamp Collectors’ Club? They are in Christchurch, and have a meeting once a month at 67 _________ Street, _________.

And they have an auction evening at the same address on 30th August 2017, starting at 7.30 pm. Advance viewing of the lots on offer from 6 pm till 7.15 pm.

For other art-related stamps you seek, I suggest visit ____ Stamp Shop, 3#3 ___ Ave, Christchurch. They are open from 9 am till 6 pm, and you will find _____ there very helpful. He can give you more details of the club too, as he is president there.

regards, _____.”

II. Aye Aye, Sir!

Stamps look pretty bloody trippy when you’re stoned and with one eye squinting at a hovered over magnifying glass; (the other – eye, wearing a C$inS$ve cheap-ass pirate’s one eye-patch..?)

III. I Tawt I Taw A Bottle-Cap!

[It’s – this,
Bad man’s
Lucid beer-belly SNAP..!!

(Oh – whose,
Emptied – this,
CRAP!!)]

IV. The Fortune of His Plant.

[(Oh – the,
Most argumentative – of,
The Arts?)

Whose – given,
Piece: of –
Soul; and – piece,
Of –
Heart.]

II. OVER THE MOON.

I. I Now Have No Every Desire.
[Planted – I, sit.

I have His Plant,
With – His,
Bib!

I must – now,
Watch –
The,
Road..!]

II. Nothing Is Wrong.

As – I, see it: the –
Stained Song – of,
A Hand: or –
Chest;
Thronged,

Nothing is wrong.

III. THERE’S LIKE BLOOD ON THE LINE.
I. There’s Like Blood On The Line.
[(Soon – they’ll, be:
Nowhere – to,
Run; nor –
Cover..?)

There’s, like –
Blood,
On The Line..]

II. I’ve Handed No Clock.

[For – The,
Strings:
I’ve – handed,
No –
Clock;
Nor,
Permanence?]

III. I’ve Handed No Clock.

[For – The,
Strings:
I’ve – handed,
No –
Clock;
Nor,
Permanence?]

IV. This Man Has A New Moon.

[He – rifles,
Through – his,
Draws;

This – man: has – a,
New Moon!

That – does not,
Compare!]

V. I’ve A Subtle Ailment Worse Than A Scoff.

[Lesser – than,
A Wasp’s unkindly sting;
Less – horrid,
Than,
A nob..

..I’ve – a,
Subtle ailment:
(I, can’t – bloody,
Rub off..!)]

VI. I’d Hug The Bear.

[As – I, unloosen: that –
Horrid tongue..

..I’d –
Hug,
The Bear –
Little,
One.]

VII. ‘Ve Cradled The Chimp.

‘Ve,
Cradled –
The Chimp;

I’ve,
Raddled –
The Chim?

I’ve –
Cradled:
The Chimp.

VIII. I Have No Bruise.

I’d – pass,
As:
It’s –
Inventor..?

I have – His,
Tape Measure;
His –
Spoon?

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Old Man Your Snot Is Art.

Old Man Your Snot Is Art. -Written by Taylor John.

Old man – your,
Snot –
Is, “Art”;
(It’s –
‘Hanging..!’)

(Old man) Your –
Tobacco-stained slop, too –
The ‘cart-wheeled’, craft:
From,
A Blue-bottomed – flute’,
Sang –
Fanny..

..Old man – your,
Slop –
Is, Art!

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Autumn

Twilight paths move among the brown and green of is and been

Many last light flight is neither heard nor seen

Darkness folds it’s soft close o’er tree and stream

and I Am in-between.

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TO CALL THE WILD.

TO CALL THE WILD – Written by Taylor John. (“Honeymoon.” (Artwork.) -Taylor John.)

I. TO CALL THE WILD.
I.Keep It Natural. [September 5th, 2017.]

It’s funny listening to music, sober. It’s, a new experience for me. Not, sure – how, natural it feels yet?

It’s funny listening to music, sob. It’s, a new experience for me. Not, sure – how, natural it feels yet?

It’s funny listening to music, slobber. It’s, a new experience for me. Not, sure – how, natural it feels yet?

II. The Goddess Dissolves In His Girth..

I practice, with the dawn: a, bird’s familiar choir;
Awoken – from, a nestlings’ mad moon’s Chad of a milky char
from the stars’ cooling of a crying myar’s best invitation to undo the joy! of, the art!

I practice, with the dawn: with,
the arc of her wailing tissue..

III. The God-Fearing Man Is Solvent By His End And New Birth..

Practiced – like, dawn’s choir – to,
His chest;
Awoken – Chad,
of a serene scar; O
Gold Lament – rest,
in thy breast..!

..Gather – stars! Call – that, O
God-fearing man: that –
bloodline..! of, the Arc of
The Covenant..!

..I, practice – with, the dawn: with,
the arc – of,
His joyous heart..

IV. I See A Jiggered Lining Of Frowns.

I, see – a,
jiggered lining of frowns (yet –
they’ve, been
called – short; and –
left:
in,
wanting?) But – they,
have already done,
their long set walk; in,

what –
they,
wanted to do..

..I see – a,
jiggered lining – of,
frowns.

V.I’d Draw Of Her No Corners.

If – her, attitude is of
A gentlest modest charm;

I’d draw,
Of her – no,
Corners;
No –
Deliberate,
Qualm..

VI. Prettiness.

..And – as,
The good day: has – her,
In it:
I’d – not,
Try to unmingle;
Nor –
Discolour.

VII. To Call The Wild.

(One’s, ankle – must,
Surely – be,
Clean);

To – call,
The Wild – from,
His tree..

II. BABY BLUE EYES.
I. I Wonder How She Is. [September 5th, 2017.]

I wonder – how,
She is: that –
Earlier love;

I wonder – how,
He is: (which –
Mug?)

II. I Have Brought In More Colours.

And – unleashed,
New lines;

I, have – brought,
In: new colours;
This,
Time.

III. Broken English.

I wouldn’t mind a bit of (head from) The Jacinta Ardern Affect! Instead, of a Bill from the head of the English Department!

IV. I Flutter The Bird’s Song. [September 10th, 2017.]

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Whilst – thinking,
Of ya’!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Between – the,
Stars; and –
The woods!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
For – the,
Innuendo?

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
From, the
Leading Gail!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Whether – which,
Way – about,
Her!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
This, little –
Hour!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Blonde; she –
Empowered!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Not –
Undernourished; nor –
Sour!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Dear – much,
Less harder!

I, flutter – the,
Bird’s song:
Sang – to,
The, hour..!

V. You Wouldn’t Read About It. [September 15th, 2017.]

A bee-keeper, up North somewhere – he, was the one stealing the hives! A, dishonest Bee-Keeper! (You, wouldn’t read about it..?)

VI. Got Tired Of Ren.

Got, tired of Ren…..Liszt, is now on..

VII. Ode to Renata Tebaldi.

Ode to Renata Tebaldi:
Sing me to sleep!

Ode to Renata Tebaldi:
Then – I shall,
Weep!

VIII. Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila menziesii.)

Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila menziesii):
I’ll – feel,
Like – a,
Tart;

Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila menziesii):
If – I,
Buy – your,
Blue-Eyed Heart!

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dissolutions in the morning 3

the skin on my finger tip is,

rubs against your in-

side,

 

dry & your smile is

thin. Had a feeling you’d

 

be gone. Saw it clear, some-

where when I shut my

eyes in

 

daylight, saw

red & when

I passed on

almost, black

 

. There’s a knock

& I can’t get to the door before

long

 

I’m at the funeral

& I can’t hear a word

of it & there’s nothing

like death or your mother

 

to kill the buzz, the

crack, your cock between her wide

thighs snapped tight, against

the grain & you fill her good

like that grave/digger

shoving the dirt back in. I’m/

a machine|Not-thinking \ just­­­­/ ff____

 

____fucking because. What else

is there. I’m sure yr/ man doesn’t mind,

because I’m/ family &/ (shh) – my/ mama just died ___________

 

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MAPLE LEAF.

Maple Leaf. -Written by Taylor John.

The hideous and cruel and rude witch
(Who was caught napping
In a little child’s gaunt heroics –
Of, poetic verse)
That provoked madness from I
With short-listings of wickedness
In the prisms of poison
From my respondent gob –
To rid her bad poetic word –
That glee
To every once happy reader
Of the childish rhyme –
However she yelped –
They would in fright,
Be caught in their little whispers
Of terror and torment ;
They, with their weak
And broken little palms
Dabbling of little
Hideous gaunt words
To shout at her
(If she so happens
To startle them
With unexpected belittling.
Hideously rude vowels and
Consonants from her busy gob.)

Busy to alert each busily gaunt word,
They sing – pathetic little cries.
So gigantically composed
Gaunt sonnets –
To reading of spooks!
A twisted tongue of hate,
Of young happy children –
The hideous witch, prayed
On the young children.
For she, always would
If one so happens to stumble
Across her path in the woods,
Where children loved to play.

From a yelp of laughter, below
Her hideously long pointy nose
(From between it.)
And her, long pointy chin –
That leap, toward the gaunt prepared
Of children
Little nose and little chin)
Her words, to tackle their tongues –
From, her hideous and nasty scornful mouth.
And, her long pointy chin – once again,
Leaping toward the little circle – forming,
In their little gob –
Shaped, in a hollow circle –
Like, a tiny little donut –
Approached, the young children.
Who were, unfortunate
To have crossed, the hideous witch’s path,
In the woods.

Alarmed, little gob –
Of, what is hideously present.
Dot out – of, the usual charm spooks –
Bringing, to her hideously bent smile
(That exposed what she had eaten
In the last several months –
Because, she only cleaned her teeth
When she went out to town –
To get, her goods from the grocery store –
A few miles away –
From, her hideously gaunt house –
In, the hideous woods –
Where children play).

Swarming – their, sweet mouths –
With, bitter lines –
From, her yelping cruel mouth –
Her, long pointy chin
(Sharp – like, the tip of a sharpened pencil) –
Leap, towards the youngest –
Of, the two children
(For, she loved the taste –
Of, the youngest – of,
Anything!)

The hideous hideous witch,
Opened her mouth – snapped,
Her hideous mouth wide open –
Uttering, such a long –
Long hideous puzzle :
Pencil-shaped grin –
From, her old wrinkly hideous face –
Puzzling, hideously bent back –
With, more bending –
To, snatch –
At, the youngest –
Of, the two children;
Flapping – her, pointy chin,
As she yelped – her, foul,
Foul words of perversion –
And, nasty –
And, cruel – hideous,
Consonants and vowels –
Into, the little ears –
Of, the frightened little child;
Her pointy chin – still, flapping –
Hideously : in, hideous folds;
Like – one, of Salvador Dali’s collars
(Hideously folded –
So hideously crude –
And, victimizing.)

Suddenly – the hideous,
Hideous witch –
Bent, her little knees –
In, turn (buckling – each, knee –
Like a train being derailed –
By, the oncoming words –
That, are the youngest:
Child, wrote – on,
Her jaggedest palm –
Yelping, short-lists –
Of, hideous nouns
(With verbs);
So – she, could be involved –
In, such hideous yawns –
To, deafen –
The hideous –
Hideous, witch’s crudely hideous ears –
With, her girlish cry –
Now, belting but laughter –
In, gasps – of, hideously gaunt poetry –
For, the hideous witch’s large and hideous ears –
To hear, her poisonous deadly sounding vowels:
That – had, the punch – of, Ali;
That had – the cruelty, of an ice-cream van’s tune –
To, a child – who, is not aloud an ice-cream –
For, her mother – would not, treat her child –
To, a large scooped ice-cream –
With, yummy chocolate sprinkles;
With – a yummy stick, of chocolate flake
(Not even, one sprinkled –
With, yummy hundreds and thousands) –
For, her sweet gob – to, gobble up –
For, such a sweet little child – to, enjoy –
With, a small skip and a hop –
Back, inside – to, mummy.

The horrible-mouthed witch –
Not handsome, at the very least.
Not, even – to, those –
Whom happen, to love –
The face, of an ugly witch.
Even – if, her nose –
Is, long and pointer than those.
Even – if, her chin – is, long
And pointier, than a child’s’.
Even – if, the skin on her neck –
Is, draped – like, a hound’s.
No – the horrible-mouthed witch –
Not, handsome at the very least.
Her legs – in, a sharp jerking –
Of, bent of all sorts.
The hideous hideous witch face –
A typed, prospectus –
For, an emerging memorial institute:
“The Michael Jackson Academy For
The Glamorously Gaunt.”
Fell toward the ground –
With – a, descending thud:
Turning – into, a maple leaf –
As, she fell – to, the ground;
Of – all, the leafs – that, lay –
On, the forest’s floor –
Where, all the children –
Now, happily play;
Without – the, hideous
Witch’s yelping laughter,
That used, to – frighten,
Them away.

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COLLECTING THE ROSE.


COLLECTING THE ROSE. Written by Taylor John.
I. COLLECTING THE ROSE.
I.
Collecting the rose still your picture hung
her best yeah modern romance now often
barbaric heads blood-red count those years
having hung up her best contested
burst no seam nor unwilling universe between
sacred breast not really burnt no two stews
I have coloured no room never built her a valley
where no flower reaches but the needle or the dumb man in
her alley sew of many things rough bled waters richer
garden no pattern nor would undo
that so-called Aladdin picking of no rose nor Armageddon
i’ve a curly little beard like the ol’ garden’s hairy chest you want to bare
whilst licks of the sky stand in shivery repaired don’t worry i’ll groom you
thorns take a while to come out I have little ‘pinion cuddled no minion’ sway
even have a hand in it would not untie that knot (i ask not)Will:
‘break the better part, of..? trill..?

II.
It would loathe me stupor would own me ask not
not of temptation nor from that awkward spot i ask from
this dictation i ask not i’ll be weary of your brightest rose
your weather is waning for The Shore?careful of your bright roses’ dark millimetres
i race to the poem they never know when
i race to the poem the whim
i’d sleep with the chunks of sass of satin
whether be regardless i’d sleep
i have no line i’d sit in yours
i have no line nor score
i have brought that kindish’ palette from beyond the avenue
have true words to really spell it
the light is in the chores of the heart from beyond the avenue.

III.
It would rather please than mend
the Light is in the chores of The Heart
if we ever strike gold from beyond the avenue
it will be in their quietest hour
i think i’ll fluff up a win from The Contest
since I decide of who
a win not aloof nor substitute
i lean on no Rose?

IV.
Your weather is streaming from the annoyance it’s all so gleaming of the pore
your weather is waning for The Shore?
I’d last not one Set from the jet-racket
nor really need to ponder that professional wack?
my love has collision from the stale courting!
i think our numbers are numb from the nail of courting?
(the mathematics and philosophies and make-up don’t
make-up the sum!)

Love has neither a broken nor twisted thumb?
it instead works for the magic and the most confident One!
i am never going to be disappointed or glum to chalk up all that tyranny!
her blurb had already your love it met
the thickest of blood cool down whose mountainous pick?
it has arrow-heads for it’s stitch whether by Cupid’s Bow or arrogant sentiment?
listen to the hum for it just seems to thump death all around you!
it was even wedded in satin and a fleeing?
i’d therefore try to catch some grace and even try to show a face nestling
no more no disgrace..

V.
See in our ruin with the art that no-one really cares of
see that needle doesn’t dart!
i’d walk with a cello!
i’d even try to clean out my ears!
i’d play it! i’d learn!
and even cut it fine with a double-armed churn?
(i’d play it! I’d learn!)

VI.
She holds the rules of the comedy. (Is – the,
Intermission – now..?)
(she holds the rules of the comedy; this –
Hour..?)

II. THE TIGHTEST WILL FIT YOU.
Take off your labels and let’s play for it’s lighting up the darkest night
oh pretty day reproach nor gull not seen that spelled twitching of the nose
luck pretty parlour simple line she’s sick squire foot-sprung arbour chasing up the spine
it’s nought by your frown tightest fit set about her ordered colour gentry and a certain perspire
i’ll spill you some quiet wine?
it is amerced in need of new colour for the isle within hold the ghostly cute mold
tend the scolding eat through their brick so solace unapologetic novelty
the tightest will fit you!

III. WHETHER WE HOLD ROSES.
My eyes are closed with yours like of with The Glass though my eyes and tendons without a certain stark the scribble shows no work of art to drink alone to call the lark where we hear the birds the empathy never really so much mere coat i know
have a few more for me
would guide the feathers the treasure the I love you
the faults dear crossed their eyes (thought that the world would be so shy)
less trivial to call off the smarts or waver the dart
(i’d just work the garden and leave the wasps and spider and their sting or venom
the press of a rose melt in if it be your choosing?)
i’d arc no trededy i’d warm!
coveting the nestlings of the hooves of a mountainous mess asexual?
i’ll pinch not her pretty bum!
(Your hands touch The Rose..)

IV. TOUCHING THE NILE.
I. I’lLL TRY TO HANG UP YOUR PICTURE.
I. I’ll Try To Hang Up Your Picture. [July 18th, 2017.]
[(If – The,
Broken Bottle – don’t, miss:
“The jugular vein by just 1 millimetre.”)

(Neighbour – I’ll, Try:
To – hang, up :
Your –
Picture..?)]

II. Two Parks And One’s Doll Night.
[(Neighbour – Whose:
Bottle – ended, up – in,
That:
Certain –
Head-Height..?)

(In: One –
Park; and –
One –
Doll Night..)]

III. Neighbour I Have A Map Of A Horse City.
[(I’m – A,
Conservationist! (Yeah – I,
Know: Our –
Local Parks – are,
Pretty..?)

(Neighbour: I, Have –
A Map – of,
A Horse City..!)]

IV. There Is A Drunkard With A Horse And Pony.
[(A Local Man: among –
The,
Scouting senses – of:
Bums;
Sick – men,
And – women;
Prostitutes;
Beggars;
Gangsters;
Dealers;
Armed Robbery;
And –
Assholes:
Plenty..?)

(There – is:
A Drunkard – with,
A Horse And Pony..)]

V. Lesser The 12th Place Ribbon.
What, a great past few weeks of New Zealanders leading the world in sport! [I grew up, in Perth – Western Australia: where – as, a young kid – sport, was more compulsory than in Nx; meaning – you, had to do Swimming Awareness Certificates, and Cross Country Athletics: even – that, crude-ass Walking sport! Anyway – trophies, and 12th place ribbons – were, always handed out – like, religious prayer items. Anyway – New Zealanders, don’t go that far! Well, done! (Lesser – the, 12th place ribbon..)]

VI. Who’d Stitched Up The Hobo’s Jugular.
[(He – wants,
To:
Live..!)

(Who’d – stitched, up:
The Hobo’s jugular..?)]
It Is A Sport. (I’ll Try To Hang Up Your Picture.)

[(The Hobo’s –
Sweet,
Blunder..!)

(It – Is:
A,
Sport..!)]

VII. Elude They Are Writing You In Their Poem.
[(There’s – No:
Uncommon,
Thread; Nor –
Sanctitude..?)

Elude! (They,
Are –
Writing, You:
In –
Their,
Poem..!)]

VIII. Red Is The Colour.
[(Of:
The, Dawn; and –
Night-Fill..!)

(Red – Is:
The,
Colour..)]

IX. There Is A Poet Among The Harvest.
[(He’s – One: Who –
Acts – similar,
To: You; in –
His,
Artistry..?)

(There – Is:
A, Poet: among –
The,
Harvest..)]

X. We’ll Enclose No Winter.
[(Nor – really,
Even: Have –
Means – to:
Fill – That,
Denture..?)

(We’ll – Enclose:
No,
Winter.)]

XI. The Imagery Is Still.
[(It’s:
Short – of,
Rad:
Glamour!)

(The Imagery: Is –
Still.)]

XII. I Have Yet To Close
[(I’ve – No:
Dearer – Lip;
Nor –
Nose!)

(I, Have: Yet –
To,
Close..)]

XIII. If The Dance Were No Gladness.
[She’d –
Reach – for,
No:
Actress; (Nor –
Pantyhose..?)

(If – The Dance: Were –
No:
Gladness.)]

XIV. The Untitled.
[(Has – No:
Less –
Seductress..? Or –
Commonness..?)

(The,
Untitled – To:
His –
Chest..!)]

XV. I Close On No Nuance.
[(Nor – Open :
On – No:
Truance..?)

(I, Close : On –
No:
Nuance..)]

XVI. Death Has Made Me Hourage.
[(It’s – brought,
Alive:
Clear – tasteless,
Ambience..!)

(Death – Has:
Made – me,
‘Hourage..!’)]

XVII. I’ve Grinded Off The Title.
[(And – Kept:
None!)

(I’ve – grinded,
Off:
The,
Title;
And –
Chum..?)]

XVIII. Walk Them To The Eyes Of Dread.
[(If – He,
Has:
No –
Smart,
Recital..?)

(Walk – Them:
To –
The,
Eyes:
Of,
Dread..?)]

XIX. I Don’t Want To Make A Statement.
[(Nor – Nestle,
(Too, long) – In:
A –
Breast..?)

(I, Don’t: want –
To :
Make –
A,
Statement.)]

XX. I’ve No Need Of Breast-Feeding Nor A Bib.
[(I’ve – No:
Set –
Woods..!)

(I’ve – No:
Culling;
I’ve – No:
Gentry..?)]

XXI. Yet I’ll Tackle The Rose.
[But – Out,
Of:
Share – Might;
(Not –
Fancy..?)

(I’ll – Tackle:
The,
Rose..?)]

XXII. Close My Eyes.
[(And –
Reach: No –
Repose..?)

(I, Close:
My,
Eyes.)]

XXIII. I Have No Sheathe.
[Why – do,
We: Love –
Perfectness? (Her –
Sheathe: Is –
Rather,
Vile;

Why – do,
We: Love –
Perfectness? (All –
The,
While..?)]

XXIV. No-One Really Answers.
[(They’re – Too,
Afraid: You’re –
‘Gonna’:
Cut – off,
Their –
Beard..?)

(They’re –
Endeared..?)]

XXV. I Have A Lie.
[(Like – A,
Mountain; Or –
a,
Vile:
Tangerine,
Sky..?)

(I, Have:
A –
Lie..)]

XXVI. I’ve No Pretty Arbour.
[(Nor:
Even – Regard –
For :
The,
Splatter..?)

(I’ve, No:
Pretty –
Arbour?)]

XXVII. I Have No Heroes.
[(For – Their:
Ways – are,
Less – than,
Another’s –
Hurt..?)

(I, Have: No –
Heroes..)]

II. I HEAR YOUR GHETTO.
I. My Sandwich Has A Mouth. [July 19th, 2017.]
[There’s, honey! (And –
Most,
Of: the,
Time:
There’s – someone –
New..!)

(My, sandwich – Has:
A –
Mouth..!)]

II. I’ve No Steam-Boat Nor Railway.
[(I – Have: No –
Canal;
Line; Nor:
Real – Crude:
Cry..?)

(I’ve – No:
Steam-Boat; Nor –
Railway..!)]

III. I Have Turned.
[(Whether – For:
All – Your,
Charms..?)

(I, Have:
Turned..)]

IV. Where Saint The Fallen Star.
[(I – Have: A –
Mouth:
To –
Feed..!)

(Where – Saint:
The –
Fallen,
Star..?)]

V. I Hold A Lot Of Poets.
[(They – Resound:
For – No:
Better –
For,
It..?)

(I – Hold:
A, lot – of,
Poets..)]

VI. They Don’t Trepidate No Inquiry.
[(They – Barely:
Burn –
Themselves..?)

(They – Don’t:
Trepidate: No –
Inquiry..)]

VII. I Am Not Loosened.
[(Adhere:
Oh –
Dear,
ROSES..!)

(I, Am:
Not –
Loosened..!)]

VIII. My Slant Is Barely Extended.
[(Don’t – Give:
Me –
Shit;
Don’t – Be:
Heroic..!)

(My – Slant: Is –
Barely:
Extended..!)]

III. MOVING THE STONE.
I. Moving The Stone. [July 19th, 2017.]
[Gonna’ – ‘turns, an ugly over-grown ‘do-of-a’ garden – into, a beautiful pretty ‘bow – ah, in a wee bit..]

II. Mr. Anxiety.
[(As – ugly,
As: he,
Comes;
Remember – that,
You:
Are –
Beautiful!)]

III. Lay Aside The Rubber Hammer.
[(If – you:
Aren’t, really – That:
Mallet; or –
Strong,
Verse..?)

(Lay – aside,
The,
Rubber Hammer..?)

(“Strike:
The –
Pose..?”)]]

IV. Finger A Weed.
[(Strike – No:
Thorny –
Approach..!)

(Finger –
A,
Weed..!)]

V. I’ll Call It Winter.
[(The Arms – of,
It’s Lament: it’s –
Stem;
And – it’s,
Stupor..!)

(I’ll, call – it:
Winter.)]

VI. Her Dress Has An Awful Seam Of Splinters.
[(If – Concern:
Have, it..?)

(Her – Dress: Has –
An,
Awful Seam – of,
Splinters..!)]

VII. The Model Was Born For It.
[(I, hadn’t – really,
Noticed..!)

(The,
Model:
Was –
Born – for,
It..!)]

VIII. I Love His Cruel Banter.
[(If – I,
Really – mean,
To:
Love –
Him..?)

(I, Love:
His –
Cruel,
Banter..!)]

IX. He’s Enjoying The Sun.
[(The Cat:
Not – abound;
Nor – strapped: to –
One’s,
Selfish Glum..?)

(He’s – enjoying,
The Sun..)]

X. Ah, Tingle The Poker!!
[(Ah! (It – is,
Raw..!!))

Ah, Tingle – The,
Poker! (Better –
Done,
For..?)]

XI. Mister. (I’d Set No Storm, Dear; The Lucrative Elysee.)
(OHhhh! oHHH! O—-Wl, Shit..!!!!) [Wait, omn! World Wr (War) – What..? Mr.?]

IV. THE LITTER GALES.
I. I Love You Like A Spiritual Attack. [July 19th, 2017.]
[(I – Aren’t,
A –
Numb-Numb..!!)]

II. Hands. [July 20th, 2017.]
[It’s, 3 am. Watching, a deaf tv series – Switched At Birth. (The rest of the tv stations are Infomercials or Gardening.) (It – must, be: The Hands..?)]

III. She’s Working Three Night Shifts A Week On Wash Up.
[(I, almost – Fell,
Off: my –
Cell Phone; and –
Caught – some,
Dust..?)

(She’s – Working:
Three Nights Shifts (a Week): on –
“Wash Up!”)]

IV. Ludicrous Hands.
[“Ex” – marks,
The Spot:
(She – after,
Twenty Years) Wants – me,
To: fuck,
Her; ‘coz –
Her Man,
“Won’t..?”]

V. I Was Born Over The Water.
[(Over – The,
Rainbow) Over – The,
Fresh – nutritious:
Morter..?

I, was – Born:
Over – The,
Water..]

VI. Oh How The Litter Gales.
[(And – squeezes,
His:
Disorder..?)

Oh – how:
The,
Litter –
Gales..!]

VII. Oi Sort Your Shit Out!
[Like:
‘Two – Cats:
Scraping; and –
De-Nailing Claws (at –
4 am.!)’ – yeah,
They too: Have –
A,
Brow!

(How; Where;
When:
Bow?)]

VIII. The Seed Has Grown.
[(As – Mouths,
Lay – Open: to –
Chow!)

Oh – Strong,
Cat: the Seed – has,
Grown!]

IX. ‘Birdy.
[Oh – Dear: Your –
Smile – is:
‘Like: The Wind –
So,
Anile..?’

(‘Doddering – old,
Woman: sitting –
On,
Her –
Piles..?’)]

X. ‘Birdy Wings Spree.
[(As – One,
Leaning – on: That,
Apple Tree..?)

‘Birdy! Wings –
Spree..!]

XI. I Have A Bird.
[(This – Cat:
Has – no,
Mere –
Hands..!)

I, Have – A,
Bird..!]

XII. She Tickles My Mouth.
[I, Have: A –
Bird;
(She – tickles,
My mouth..!)

(With – The,
Litter Gale..!)]

V. INSIDE THE HOUR-GLASS.
I. She Writes His Door. [July 20th, 2017.]
[(She – Writes:
His – DOOR! (Nothing’s –
Come – to:
Pass..?)

(She – Writes:
His – Door..?)]

II. He Used To Sing “Mi Amore!”
[(If – the,
Given nights –
Pale..?)

(He, used – to,
Sing:
“Mi Amore!”)]

III. His Keys Are Now Old Steel.
[(With – The,
Whiskey; and –
Old,
Plums..!)

(His – Keys: are –
Now:
Steel..!)]

IV. The Rodents Have A Certain Itch And A Certain Squeal.
[(It’s – funny:
Below? It’s – funny:
Up – High..?)

(The Rodents – Have :
A, Certain:
Itch;
And – A,
Certain Squeal..!]

V. He Is Fore-Shortened.
[(Of – “Matter” (So –
To,
Speak..?)

He – Is:
Fore-Shortened..?]

VI. He Is On A Diet Of Eggs.
[(And – The,
Whore’s Secret; and –
Marital Bliss’:
Lament..?)

(He, Is – On:
A Diet – of,
Eggs..)]

VII. Lover Leave It Past.
[(These –
TRAPINGS: aren’t –
Much: of – A,
Laugh..?)

(Lover:
Leave – It:
Past.)]

VI. CLEAN-UP IN AISLE ONE!
I. The Wash-Up Sleeping Beauty.[July 20th, 2017.]
[She’s – ’bout,
To:
Finish – her,
Shift; O
Nightly Gown (how –
Did,
You:
Squirt..?)]

II. Hurt Is Burrowed In His Sink.
[(I’d – Disagree: I –
Think..?)]

III. I Am Her Apron.
[(I, am – Her:
Drunken –
Heart..!)

(I, am – Her:
Sorting : of –
The Sty,
From:
The,
Bacon!)

(I, am – Her:
Littered –
Discard?)]

IV. Girl You’ll Never No Discolour.
[(Nor – A,
Shy – of:
Wet,
Napkins..?)

(The Cry – Is:
A,
Sharp –
Horror..?)]

V. I Have Caught Me A Winter.
[(She’s – Keeping,
Me;
Dry?
Or – burnt’,
Pretty –
Splatter..?)

(I, Have:
Caught –
Me,
A Winter!)]

VI. In There I Have No Heroics!
[(I, don’t –
Even,
Think:
I, Have:
Any –
Colour..?)

(In, There: I –
Have:
No –
Heroics..!)]

VII. I Have A Pattern.
[I – even, Give:
Hobos – my,
“Fat Belt!” (It – didn’t,
Fit..?)

(I, Have: A –
Pattern..)]

VIII. A Tall Heart Put An End To You?
[(With – It’s,
Crazy:
Dart..?)

(A, Tall – Heart: Put –
An,
End to you!)]

VII. THROUGH THE FRAY.
I. His Poems Aren’t Getting Any Better. [July 20th, 2017.]
[(Nor – his:
Chin-Wags; or –
A,
Lesser – Vile,
Matter..?)

(His, Poems –
Aren’t,
Getting:
Any,
Better..!)]

II. Your Fray Outwits Your Glamour.
[(It:
Makes – me :
Even –
Wanna’ –
Chunder..!)

(Your – Fray:
Outwits – Your,
Glamour.)]

III. Go Back To Bed.
[And – CHAP:
Your –
Colours..!)

(Go – back:
To –
Bed!)]

III. I STILL HAVE FIVE FINGERS.
I. She Has A Modern Kitchen; And I Am The Gardener. [July 20th, 2017.]
Ok – what’s, the etiquette for answering phone numbers that are not on your contact list? (I, don’t – answer them! If – it, was important – they, would follow with a text – right? Or – are, they dumb-asses?) [Oh! Missed – a, Root?]

IX. PRESSED SHADOWS
There’s – no, idolizing the myer. People, change – day to day – well, at least after a while – eh? Their hurt – is, healed – by, self-gorking..? (There’s – no, leaving..?)

The Heart – has, an accurate compass – from, Pressed shadows. It – is, a sleeve – for, no other seductress..? Or – a, scream – at, their face (if, you give it a chance? Among – their, cute dance: the shoot – to, prance..?)

Dumb – up! Worsen – the, fear! Smile – at, the light, of day! (That – Ground-Hog Day..?) Sank – into, a stone – of, a black-pool or wretched ball: on – a, chewed on – Day..? (Sank – into, your – Stone.) A – stalemate – as, a harlequin calls..! (The – arched’ curtain – calling! That’s – all!

I’d – see, no more dead! (Whoever – would..!) I’d – see, no more – dead! (Wood?)
I’m – resolute, in my pride; I’ve – got, nothing left to say – I’m, mere born!

There’s – a, ball: we – call, Acute! It’s – shadowed, with: a – whore’s, wasted mooring..? (I’d – see, you – out, of the theatre! After – I, choke – and, spew! (I’d – lose, the ball – to, your wayward bounce..?) I’d – see, you out of the theatre: thinking – of, you – because, I hope you are well! (I’d – even, look after your plant!) I’ve – cuddled, up – with, the wind – Girl! Ventured – masked, to – O fend..! I’ve – undone, my spool..! Colour – fourteen, other men – with, daisies..! To – your, sleeve – I’d, therefore – bend..? You – can, wear – a, hat! If – you, shave that hair – to, it’s pores..! You – can, wear a hat – adore..! I’d – try, to touch – it’s, shadow! (I’d – even: out-score – the, ball..?) I’d – try, to touch – it’s, shadow; for – evermore..!

X. THE MOST ADMIRABLE TEAR
I’ll colour – the, moon – for, you! Having – a, final goodbye bottle – of, port! I, may have to go back – in, the rain: there’s – a, young girl : from – her, seat corner – dressed, in a hoodie, and shorts. And – it’s, pissing down! Her, ass – is, sporting a green power meter (in front, of the local fast-food restaurant.) (Her – breasts, must of swelled?) Her – eye: like – the, meter! Counting – the, stranger; her – givings, by the hour – bloat: for – whose, sunny dream..?

Tears – must, apply! (For – the, decay: to – hold, his throat : at – an, inch – from, the blade! Bias – to, your – Dear, Maid? Tears – must, apply!

XI. RATS CAN SWIM!
SOBER.

I. The First Poem.

Scream!

II. Darn Talk.
The, best darn word in there – is, the first word!

III. Cry of A Lullaby.
Grown men of Japan, arranging flowers for themselves – to, make themselves happy – when, depressed; as – the, Western man – coils, himself in his tie.

A bright, future – O Butterfly!
An, unmasked – lullaby..

IV. Bridge To Equality.
I’m, going to realize more, that instead of the hurt of my divorce – and, the destruction that followed with other relationships – caring, and loving people sober, is a lot different than what I was used to giving. Was, not violent – but, just a bit more shallow than I would of liked. That’s, what addiction can do to a person and others around them x I don’t want to be an asshole the rest of my life, in intimate relationships.

V. The Mess Has Several Acquired Good Parts.
It – stares,
At – the,
Stifling bull’s-eye..!

(It – mustn’t,
Compare?)

VI. Place The Board Upon The Table.
Pin – to,
It’s –
Chivalry?

(Don’t –
Break,
The Yoke?)

VII. She Settled On A C-Cup.
How – The,
Medicine Man – can,
Pull –
Strings..!

(And – how,
O Girl: you’re –
Now : No –
Ugly,
Thing!)

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there’s no time

it’s said time will end one day or night as if it now exists which i don’t think it does                                                                                               because

it has no substance, isn’t subject to change therefore, so. tho it’s true i’ve no formal learning                                                                              . but a hunch my instinct is good.

 

when i fell in love i didn’t know what to do & couldn’t think because everything was just you                                                                               know

& i didn’t know where i was or when, & some days i was like No. & other days was just, omg

, Joy & half understood what it is to walk

on the moon. the world is miracle

but you shakin yr heads like it’s, impossible.

balloon, something you invent; figment. idea i think –

one day you’re gone & never was & violins don’t begin to tell it.

i hope these butchered words do.

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Post hog

Hi all. I come in peace (laughing) I am mindful that I’m riding a wave and posting heaps of stuff. …

That in mind, this space online that will, with time, hold mostly thoughts and odes of mine.

Some with ease, may not be pleased,

Some will wonder, what spell I’m under.

To think such things and say out-loud,

What some may think Most don’t allow.

So I implore, you to ignore, if what I think, you don’t adore.

I’m nothing special and will shortly slow down.

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