My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


the darker

she picks up theology
puts one end in her left hand
takes the other end in her right
slowly rocks it back and forth

the jutting movements
are basic broken postures
stooped from here to dentures pillows

the advent of fine clothes
finally miss led
she as the mark
credit vultures
above the crust, circling
  praying on
  waiting for
the stockings crashings
our land is filled up with tiny gods
who proclaim
lend us the cash to rebuild this Rome
as only an image
of earthquakes
cold plates
good things seem to
  come back around
  roll down hill
  splatter awake
and so wait
for the light to lose it's wax


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