11 Jul 2007


How can I tell if you remain my template the duration magnifies?
And how churching are the neon lines across steamed yellow brick?
All outcast is a crime, and she has shielded me.
Against my nature, hurts my simple nature.

Is her angel only sacrifice?
Scruff of the neck someone.
Mantra because habit says we will.
Parade beyond ephemera before epoxy to declare the v-shape shut.

In a minute mood will sort out an incapable young feeling.
There are loads of sore wrist bones.
When I limit what you mean I may pronounce the thought of fire.
This daylight justice flinches as I fibbon all these glass eyes in a row.

Compare jury duty to my reading speed.
The vestments whitely stowed away,
Equivalent rose items in the parcel
Now at at the dot of six beyond the downtime.


carmen said...

my angel says yellow magnifies

if you shut your Mantra
if you have it shut

my angel
with his neck shielded
beyond recognition
with an Equivalent scarf of wrist bones

swimming in white

will have
hir thoughts get into my Scruff bones

Mantra my nature angel nature

thought reading in a row row
with reading eyes
but sore

rose speed

Sheila Murphy said...

lovely, Carmen, lovely

carmen said...

it's crazy, sheila, and confusing, too...