SC, HC, K
CUBE POEMS
boy greased
a demigod, finger salty, biting, flying —
greased plumage between their pregnant limbs,
any ugly grand barnacle could charm his family
before promises drown his many dynamic, desperate loves.
insert a regret about parallel umbilical graces
between the eyes of his thighs.
his nerves mucked with overlooked ravenous waste,
shivers run down our overweight glancing baby.
“honestly tho, wet candy oozes balance.”
fantasy spiral,
these able goose fingers, curved beak,
lame smooth,
I reaggregate.
my future, honestly
a desire for dancing promises opens ravenous thunder.
the pluck doctor divulges his mouthful quickly
that also killed fortune,
turned melodic in stone. stones in light balance
stay gorgeous through muckgirls of feeling surfaces.
the night is all me.
so moonlights her dead journey-tiger across the violet roams,
wet shapes wind my limbs, portend hmmmms.
REVERSALS
lips tried
the surface sour, the cyclopean hatch
of us on her wicked eyes.
it emptied violets behind the switch machine.
my romantic life.
so looks stay your the clever quickly,
a trade about hellbent stage happy on fire.
our hero left the night ghost;
the moonlight ancient,
those dead are not you.
lofty fortunes bust fast.
but what?
my worklife hero
a desire for dancing promises opens ravenous thunder;
a vision for biting looks like flying happy hearts.
fish behind water…mushroom war yelled…
we whispers fast, “I, the precious peace
sister.” he came
before fantasy. our able flock bumped grand down there.
left w/ fathoms; her eyes your chance.
