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garnet sulking flower mausoleum treasure tincture miami lauderdale channel sacrificial honeynut molecular babe tomahawk street monotype midnight moonlight monotonous blue central greyhound swell wave current monroe street dust confetti acoustic wheel butterscotch ephemeral incorporated bee alpha beta delta omega gamma chi epsilon base

for xxxtentacion

garnet sulking flower for chris More me, nostalgia perennial A string of light from the morning day Picked in a flutter of pink fingernails Dancing with Ariel in waking cascade Like walking like walking is now is only Waving the ocean night cover bedspread Over a widespread lantern drift as we Watch the rockstars fall from the sky And here I am, cut like a loose bell In dichotomies of HomeGoods & PigglyWiggly Tender, a sin held this flower, you deserve this Rainbow caught in the jaws of cumulonimbus Tearless, I'm out of water, here's some sand As you can see from this here flower Trove of tire-stepped red roses No comment, no contest, no questions asked From a mausoleum of wandering echoes Drinking a barrel down doubletime drumsticks In these dreamless houses of blank stars The sun's stacked with baskets of cranberries Filled with Cherokee butterflies

mausoleum treasure tincture for halley Look at the light sky then look at me lightly All the black birds parading in my backyard How do you call it, darling about When a flower drops its last petal Oye gordito, para de ladrar tanto A beautiful day lightens the darkest hundreds A king's gold shouldn't outweigh his people Unless the city is overwhelmed by mediocrity I'm incompetent in writing another word But here I am with my pen and doodles Drawing in a smile on the cardboard sun If but much of the day is won over At multiple hotspots at once Hoodwinked into an abeyance of what I Believe absolution to be Trudging along in ebullience on repeat De repente, cuando me llevas a las estrellas Lately, all my mirrors reflect an acquaintance Our differences shape-shifting & continental The world wide web of plattitudes climaxes This whole rock is just one stream deep Constellating eyes drinking recyclable rain My name is a poem I've not begun to replace In the edges of the words you left me with

miami lauderdale channel for ricky Red Road, Red Road, Red Road Touch my fucked heart and I'll fucking kill you Says the homeless with his shopping cart Juggling jackpots Scratching scratch-offs off Keys I found somewhere in this sand So long I can remember better said than done After this infinite infomercial break How many tears do I have to give to Stare at the halo under a streetlight But I never knew the streets were a line of Mirrors asking to be the same reflection Before I Crumble into the powder I froth Willingly, with no exceptions, only excuses Vain in starting a war with what you love The words birds use to speak with the bees In a field of flowers, each petal a sea of eyes Where every freckle is for a rosebud The day died To trickle the night new As patient as headline Sunshine newspaper Daiquiri inquiries Which is beginning to look less like I'll forget your face come morning Finally, a real Miami Herald sentence My lips ache to kiss the ceiling With, plagiarism the greatest Asset to the gulf, no lighthouse Here to point my wrongs to shore

sacrificial honeynut molecular for mac miller You are the blood and I am the goat I broke my bones bringing the sun down Now you won't even stare at the stars There's no competition, only hugs and kisses I found myself drinking from my heart's lake Some and enough if you would just If you need a tissue, here's my skin For a long while, I have longed for the sudden Urge to displace my memorabilia As a consequence of my distractions The traffic of lights ride in the interstate wind One in only me How the rising sun sets on North Bay Village But these heartless trumping Towers shadow the sun away What channel, any channel A bunch of wolves roaming a wild forest This sun a lightbulb

babe And what are we again Green petals waking up to the sky And look at me, a burning white rose People hand me words to lay on a table Currently worth the earth Even the light from the blinds is enough The sun always paying attention to the little things People say when the microwave burns out Each string of my guitar a necklace Feeling to reach the waters of forgiveness A storm just passed the Panhandle coastline Days like centuries ago The future is uncertain of bringing the past back home A pamphlet describing the rides in Universal Studios Written in incurable fonts In verse after verse Storms brewing Since the night Christ died

tomahawk street monotype for trayvon martin & tamir rice The streets are blood red of sun Pick at my gingerbread heart This thigh touched is new to my hands That sun right on cue is always This white F150, this white Porsche That's it right there, keep walking This highway plank of immanent troughs That blunders and musks and exsanguinates This pile there of children's shoes, never worn That police unit and that person of color This maximalist agenda by and begone This licensed registrated plea That what makes This all holy That causes Trump's ark to anchor onto This pastor, this lawyer, this back of mine That which meets the end of a rainbow This forest fire clearing by the freeway Dragging to the ground like shooting stars Little black kids playing dead

midnight moonlight monotonous for kimmy And the amness beneath bountiful never My past a pack of flies A buzzing nearby My aqua sun A lofty moon Get the blueberries ready for me, babe The road to the castle Is a blueberry sunset Let me be the starved progenitor of this night Not tomorrow mourning in the tears of Syria Towers of gold coins stacked on eyes closed And bird was the word on everyone's forehead

blue central greyhound for xxxtentacion Contemporary and forlorn Words are weapons I have become too Acquainted with I don't want to ask another question I dont want to give another answer Too much the most dangerous game Not enough poker I don't want to be assembled into an assorted Aquarium with decorations without water nor Fish of various colors under the neon navy Nightlight moonlight spotlight Mahogany basement floor carpet Made for a name on a casket When I am nameless All my stars are baby blue Today is a new day to die At the light of night I've nothing else to take from you You call me a verb and I refuse to take action Orange wet days of atmosphere As the sun prepped the moon for her reflection of the day Built fences for pets, a drizzling breeze Missing since October 15th The train screeching through these Miami streets QuĂŠ culpa tengo en dejarte resbalar en esta lluvia Si no podemos escapar el agua de nuestro ser A hail of coal over a town of gold

swell wave current for banksy Lonely stones, stars so far away Living in luxurious, deluxe paintings Shredded at purchase, for the price of One million billion trillion zillion bodies Unaccounted for, lost to the Federal Trade Reserve of unhatched eggs cracked, cooked To the spoil, green cotton spread of sheep Stripped of my skin, bare to my boils I walk through the valley of the shadow of light To touch with the tip of my finger the sands of Paradise And I still haven't found you, bless you You mention me in grievance, we shake hands Let me forget my name, you insist promise But what are all these words about when put in front of a mirror And if I wrote on all the walls with my eyes asunder What then would the words write back

monroe street dust for derek You always knew how to cook me alive But and so, or yet I to What a community of eyes, a rainbow of dilating pupils The mist above the horizon I don't want to speak to those who will not listen All the parts, no matter how rearranged, equal its whole I implore honest and complete lines from the waters of deep sinks A school of snapping turtles following the music words make The dirt of my memories pushed back into my bloodstream At the moment, a declination in phonetic diminuendo

confetti acoustic wheel for amberlee And much I Moan in yellow full moon Splendor, a word entitled to its faults Washing over me still the low tide rundown Cool mint leaves of the yard Paint me in a garden Type my words together with a tightrope By hoots running dossiers of my ruin Driving into the red lights Guilty, not hearing malevolence Bark from a three-headed leash Paper plastic pistol whipping An ancestral anecdote of the day Why protrude away under most Bare like spice fiddle root Tunnel tender warm The moon not full anymore

butterscotch ephemeral incorporated for brittany All the blood in lemonade stands making bank God given serendipitous in blood we trust Each beat my heart asks for more blood The only available resolution is retribution The only appropriate response is relapse Some applaud political stalemate happenstance I last farfetched everything All the black in blood drinking white lies A credit balance held by a white feather Wallets indiscriminate offer me eyes and names Fishing for coffee in Funabashi My myth heavy of adjectives & pronouns In an oak gall goat moat not like this Blood as lamp and torch Bringing questions to livid quail slaughterhouses The morning fog leaf covered blonde sky You've already cried me an ocean The present never present A heart that still beats amber Homecoming honey beer aged sweet strong All the trees weep for me You never close your eyes

bee for delaney Itadakimasu, buen provecho, bon appetit Swine boomers nibbling on broke millennial A homemade millipede piggyback millionaire Banquet of unemployed hands and feet You've heard this already, the nailbiting squall Like I care, taxidermy walls of indentured minorities All caught and handled by cinema retirees Posters advertising imposters Jobs front and center, the big picture An -esque full of -tions Except revolution, except revelation Because why the eff not ration tax-free postulates In favor of vices and invoices Ever since that turmeric night A woman swarmed in bees The moon gone, the sun hot burning An I looking at my eyes

alpha A conglomerate of names whispered in my sleep I want to need you more than I myself In the morning of a forgotten dawn Alive, I think The confines of my eyes a forgotten swamp Throwing darts at the sun Below, loveless rage to be announced An anterior cesspool ouroboros climax At the end of the day, we still eat the sun Apothecary amber apples A cake of mead yield I need to take a long walk in the grassland And I don't want to look at my eyes anymore As long as the sun falls Around in hindsight roundabout without exit All the wrong words I gave to so many hearts That shade of red in all the green

beta My heart was exhumed years ago The dust almost vantablack And black was the white of the moon But that was now, this is then All the verbs I never touched All these souls waiting for the bells to ring All my past days begging to breathe again

delta I read the day out loud before night comes To find myself skinless, supple Blank books with nothing but empty words So I write the sun a new moonlit story But life is too simpleminded And when I draw this city with just one line That can only rest after being erased We all fall into place, yet something's missing Here, we kiss the flowers timeless Before the pages fill with blood Or the rivers run dry of ink

omega An autumn sun in my branches Leading up to a satellite dish walkway In the skyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s settling palette With too many answers for just one question Like the sum of light in a blink

gamma Ultraviolet shadow patches cast by sadness Driving along the same words for miles I wrote you timestamped past Yeehaw Always ending the night with fireworks Vowelless, confessed the consonants Shapeshifting south of St Cloud Road work for the next six days Routine placebo vistas all I can take

chi Art on a handkerchief over Oakland Park Blvd’s exit Posthumously picked up, borrowed, forgotten In an angel’s eggnest with the best couplet I do my own business with words, not Laundering hearts to the heartless Scored on the back of a fugue I last wrote her name down Here somewhere where All my epochs lay In dandelion Frivolity spent sullen on wishes galore The clouds awake a haze of morning dew A house without blinds has all the sky to hide Within the confluence of Everglades canals In a town of hypotheses and conclusions I have no further evidence, my honor Put into question by every answer I‘ve yet to test for gold myself Hanging off keys, last one There before sundown Raises the crosses Two by one

epsilon You count down my sighs on a chalkboard Write down my caws & flaws I forget to close my eyes when walking Down traffic street, first door to your left, I mean All the weight of my lowercases & capitals Drenched in honey-dipped seaweed Metaphorically and realistically speaking Nonsense shutdown lingo

base Let go your attention Sundered on the grieves Blue mornings dark In the early hours of birds, days Fidgeting the words into a road sign Signature advertisement feature silhouette Settling at my earliest convenience Luxury models, past student debt I don't care for whatever comes next Let down my eyes, it suits the dreameater tree You talk about so often in my sleep I am in the shade of this tree sparkling With clouds gold in their undertaking The charmeuse drape wet with words So many eyes where my eyes used to be Like starless roofs miles under the sea The drape wet with words So many words where my heart used to be And years so, because I have precedence And who are you, what do you mean to me Monarch butterflies dancing with leaves Restless lights flashing away Let me forgive the sunshine moonwalk Primeval trivium inside my blank font type I write spondee after spondee just to stress my point Night carved in the hushed draft rustlings As we are, buckets of lavender and thistle As you were, with my words, mortar & pestle As am I, decorating confessions into exigence Windows to a broken fence

Acknowledgements delta appears in Bolden Magazine