Poems from Calamity-Shock
Trails of waltz, exact, a lovely dose is coming, seeking doom to rise, to venture lode homecoming.
Abraded flails of flames and voluted...
Grief, deploring the edict of my constant trials. I had enough of you.
I can not abstain to its telescopic pinch
withdrawn from all the...
The touch, irritably perished, like a ghost in the darkness besides death tolls.
Part of the swing, a crucible's lion, between the comb. ...
Mental itch, invading my halcyon repose. Something glitches, the spontaneity without the eeps of its peers closed.
Umbilical tree, prime...
Wolves within the dysphoric rage,
lions will engage.
Where the jaws will watch out for the storm.
I hope that we can depend upon a...