misdemeanors and woodpiles

look in the mirror
misdemeanors and woodpiles
perfect enema-rickshaw
beginner landslides
on and off at the most inopportune
hot chomp brag
lone cocoa beat transcendence
a bunker of rogue startles
mild clairvoyance and approbation
a vignette sorbet
a rim idiom

i was an egotist in a spangled tabernacle
the most lost of causes

we are still here
unsupervised and undeserving

What I’m Reading:

“The sky shatters like a blue shell;
Veins from the back of the right hand pull free,
And float in the air, a tree of dead blood;”

— Robert Davis / “Daily”