Dead Pies
I have a bunch of poetry books hanging under my bed. Poems tend to be plug uglies, screamers and stinkys. Trying to take control of little dish of hell they are. Lowell and the skunky. By forcing its structure into sheer ugly mugly verse. Narrative is diff, see more as Clarice like run off.
Dusty Hope
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Dusty Hope
Welcome to my ocean for a tin. With aims 2 fleece & release the tarry (fairies) of a mooning, for a migrant brush. Let the rhymes bleed merry and red, birds a flush.
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