Today's Pocket Poems

danger mango rock here tonight

above the collar
a fever given voice
 her curse, perhaps

I meet you among
imposters . my body
calms , hopefully an
answer to bear the
pressure

among us

an imposter among us
vented?
adults rule the meeting
pressure
bodies
too calm,   I think
bearing blame
its finished.

double shot
adults blame hips

femme armies teach bravery ,
they share stories;
society hasn't known their worth,
we are tense

may a femme army
teach me lunar poison

poison societies stories
dodge centuries of pocketing gold
share teaching directly to the brave

a date and her
is worth years
of gold

too wrong  and   soft baby

babies look angered
kids shiver to the black cat
river narrows   with dear   blood
secrets wrong   powered
                               special beings

whos   that black
cat,
boo balloo!

contempt , warm march
when the gentle lemon
cures —
she too fights and
hates

but isn't it better
to hate the money

isn't it warm,   the
brief but gentle
march to us .

stupid fucking life
death for the world
...
coffee now,   please.

fuck her
camen     the  wife eye

woman wizard  we haven't fluted...
thats   my fucking wife,  stupid

ocean sex,  bro
zero knowledge  about it;
have you

lion
beast
friend
desire space sex
smooth,      girly
whom  once was straight

bro is a sex beast

sing  this,  bro
we are but noble
beasts;
lions who have
zero knowledge

man,   I thought
the night weren't
lacking sleep;
doubtful.

slender man

 deep sleep thoughts
the night full with you
a doubtless heaven

a night thought
man,  this is too deep

seven eagles loose their wild song
when morning left
just for you dummy

be me
thirsting for a whole mango
just half left
crunchy
dies

wild&  loose
courage might urge
  but where?
for she left judgment

die to judgment
loose the eagle urge

pity the pristine
they mistake what
  things last

pretty drunk while
my family stones justice:
the kind they mistake
for fraud;
what a way to
quiet doubts

shark pretty
mother  pity
near them
too drunk
mistake

pretty butch mother
a real pity for
me to wound

stone butch,
a gun wound:
the family mistake

they doubt' d
my pretty willy,
then I stoned them.
the last mistake,  yes
been real quiet
for a while

honey,   you spark
sin

sin sparks
were it not for you to cleanse me,  honey
Irest
like the first holy lamb

the first small
holy castle
a future grave
for me

sin
the
castle
down
books

boston
holy castle for her
honeying lobster,
but where is the
     r

you spark a honeyed future
when you castle first

there is still a chance to triumph
gods light hasn't left you
believe it,  brother

her sweet true magic
stills the autumn light,
frogs by ferns triumph.
this I believe;
but
is she
girl
or god

god left
charcoal
to mr  autumn

people society fame
rich today
sour when
pleasure , problem?
music bright surface

I guess
her dress
was lacking,
the surface
close to cracking
my damn fault?
      er~
  u serving.

fame and pleasure~
a poems problem
to us,   bright
mistakes are sour
graves.

a bright poem lacks pleasure
societies problems are rich people
fame dresses us to our  grave