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T R S Jan 2019
It will happen in the nightmare
It will happen in the sand
It will be a rusty barrel that you can hold with just one hand.
T R S Jan 2019
Tacked up on my pickle jar
were faces made in plastic
and stuck  up on the air above
was a fire most bombastic

Kicked in corners
are prayer built lick
and under covers
is icing ****

Lots of little age based engagements
and ligaments cemented
in galvanized cages

As after thoughts will build a well
is just as much as heaven and hell.
T R S Jan 2019
While tying flies for winter
I found myself clipping apart
All sorts of animal fragments.

While spreading soil for spring
I found myself smelling of soil
and **** and earth leavings.

While living in life and in summer
I've be encumbered by guilt
the guilt of a creature at ease
but i'm still just a creature
who is allowed to live at
summers eave

While dying in autumn I share
Just because and how that I'm scared.
and dared to go love
and my love sent a shiv.

Only her
for my life
I would spare.
T R S Jan 2019
There used to be a plane
in dreams I had to abstain of
because they were all covered in blood

Understood, I said
and then I bled with them too

Understood should what should be said and what I should do.

SO of of how it began to bleed all into my still.

and still how often it hurts.
T R S Jan 2019
Circled in a porcelain *** was wrought iron wires ripped in spirals.

Spicks and speckeled on the edges of oxidized was
only sticky sap and resin that built a prison of circumstantial evidence.

Penance is paid in pay grades and time off in tropical nations.

Make me believe our hearts should all grieve and pay for the insurance of patients.
T R S Jan 2019
Light,
with blood and crackers
Like written in stacks
of paper and billets.
Pallets and the bit of bullet lodges in the gullet of my pasture horse.
T R S Jan 2019
Sent in shred was flakes of obsidian and jade
It'll be weird to sell it
but I bet it'll get me
laid because I'm handsome and brown.

I frown at the lack of respects all the liches and hoes sow in our corn fields.

Build me better people and I'll send you hell in a sugar built steeple you can sell and ride while you send us to hell
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