paris is a woman

[wylde]

.

smoothness slips portent lips
alongwards of fore armed grips
wholesome inward leewardless
cracks marble stones cringed
crying in slaughtered laughter
housed with dripping cud along
the amuse meant muse
mews and meows of ilk
and staggered elk
gnawing the ear of whelk
drawls an scrawls limber limbo
in halls of mannequin slithers
and that moment that froze
passes
each nail and chord frocked
the pluck and pick
of feathered bone

gaumless gluminities glinder fast
and yet that purchase
will always twist and turn
gliders formless in a broken cast

on that tomb toestone plugged
paris is a woman
gutterless with regrets

.

[mtmynd]

reads well, wylde. there's a rhythm that I dig.

[wylde]

reads well, wylde. there's a rhythm that I dig.

shotski. glad you enjoyed the ride my true electric ink friend.

We've been through a bits going along way back.

much cares & respects your way.

☮

[mtmynd]

shotski. glad you enjoyed the ride my true electric ink friend.

We've been through a bits going along way back.

much cares & respects your way.

☮

your words, my enjoyment. z

... since the old days.

[wylde]

your words, my enjoyment. z

... since the old days.

arcane daze bruised blue blood
so much squidink spilled

riptorn passion

rip
dos paul kren
doors

and the crew

[and (even) the few maggots ]

the whimper sustains
and my mind drinks
harking current harks

carrying the loaded value.

thank you all.