TUMULTUARY

Sold in sure Time turns hard on the radio flight Blame the sun and harness ms. sindio plight Such a quandary Stuck in Snow You still walk along the fable Kill the thought that you’re unable Mr. Condrey Freckled blue Don’t stay true

In a quiet room she bursts through the grey. A Delicate touch against a balet of mourning flesh and ivory. Gliding through the mist on tepid toes she opens the curtains to reveal her counterpart. Swelling strings echo the dance of Healah. Delighted, and a little shocked, by the response of the tinny strings she…

In a dark room there spun two lights. One carried the depth of the ocean another the light of the sun I saw them on a Thursday night, those pools bristled in an unfamiliar warmth I saw two small caves carved by the spinning by the burning by the yearning of the two lights I…

Counting stars and building cars my internal combustion has killed the renaissance of your rose You’ve marked my body with your liquid mind I’m snow in your summer   ,3 I’m dew in your autumn   ,3 I’m milk in your spring   ,3 I’ll see you tomorrow with 2 on my mind

You will find me here again in two months. Oh, you. You are the idealistic audience who cares and has cared about my struggle. I owe you nothing, i give you everything. I love you when the time is consequential. You are my god and me. You are you whom i created out of an…

Two lost lights should fill up a dark room but they don’t they don’t they won’t when will they? The light it burns it burns it burns it burns it turns in the ballet of misogamy The light it yearns it yearns it yearns it yearns it turns astray from isogamy Two lost lights will…