diaric, poetry

B sounds

Itinerary, Inbox, Insomnia
get a hold of yourself. 🙂 / 😐

Increased core strength and she’ll stand.
In weeks, she’ll grip words, too.

Instead of that cold, drafty tower of talons,
House of Gucci again for me.
For they know best gratuitousness.

When you look up from your work and confide to her,
this working is not working.

When one story is about moon drops.

When inspiration sparkling at the periphery—a hummingbird
cake. Toasted pecans are a must;
a can of crushed pineapple
with the juices. WITH. Do Not Drain.

this is a picture of sparkling black sand, probably after midnight, on the way to your dream's fortune.
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diaric, poetry

Heart: Start Ignition

when you’re blue, instead.
when you should take a nap.

Mooncats, when the compass rose
meets the revolution. will no one
say it outright?

They’re there, roadkill
I’m here killing streets

I’m The Hottest.

When The Devil lurks
and the universe repeats itself: bend us to you
We await.

of course, of course, of course
on repeat of course, of course, of course
because, once again, disco,
Disco never died.

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