UNPURE

UNPURE

 

sweeter the dog in       chains  than

            the

           

pearl on           burgundy cloth

 

under glass

            and pressure    over

time and         plow. the embryo. the embryo. grow              into

man

 

dotted rain of burgundy on the raw white hides of pale southern stick          the thickness

            of his

                        charcoal fingers

the pregnant sweat

            approaching eyebrow zenith and        wife is raining

                        burgundy from her

 

                                    maple fingers  

 

sweeter the dog in      

           

chains.                         the apple, the rotted core                   

          

exposed.  

 

swallowed by system and creed and country. swept with pale southern sticks         broom we

            dust. i  see it too.

 

the pale pearl is white.

the raw southern hide is white.

the cloth is burgundy.

 

            sweeter, i.  

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Cleanse the out but stuck within, what is greater than a sin? I know, the pearl, the pearl was white, or perhaps no color? Vast in un-light? What ever that means, apples and seeds, check this out, I nest the bees, sweet you say? Honey sweet gravy? No, I dont think you know yet, bitter have I been lately

[luna rose]

a round of applause for the spilling of your tongue! truth! how wholesome and nutritious!

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Ill roast the chicken, you bathe it. Call it team work. Copy write me