xxxx poems by leum
poet mosaic stains paint the days left what the ogre ekawa eureka! Horns, xxx slarenim soottat its & isms innocuous sumptuous subsidence fuck toxic waste memorabilia tattoos minerals florida plantations plant arbors like haiku incongruences phi wheelbarrow the red thigh
for xxxx
we leave on to the midnight flower
poet moon mourning hears darkness alone spoke that silent crow this melancholy earth beat young through a pound of soul every shadow lightning echo there sky forebode eye howl like how black and white our love I light between amontillado dusks and dreaming a make believe dream dead me my dawn pale wine like too I would empty thunder nevermore
is always within imagination is feared power of skin though more full with nightfall cask than evil cry the people as in crepuscular cloud cellar door spirit will only see why we flower the grave which was about kisses for some dark raven lost in midnight storm shuddered tell-tale murmur thus here cold has my bone forest heart
mosaic stains paint the days left It started raining sapphire a thousand years of signatures before an encore of revelry where’s the damn ladder useless rattle of odes where is the saved seabed key you make me feel like a muse every crystal clean country backroad looking round before all the dirt bends in crossroads meet i criss cross across all foraging forever god tip toeing all round these natural disasters of mine beat i need release from heat i sweep the floor of its venom the denominator of earth’s timbal heart charcoal white magnolia seed i release the days of their sun dead seas lurching onto dear despondence in shadow the empty moon before neon fantasies huckleberry pie mosaic stains paint the days left for my war teething tear to read boundless footnotes throwing loaded die honey buffalo conversations waiting for godot & all these words but nothing free
what the fuck is fermented caricatured fernet waterboarding dune cityscape dรณnde estรกn mis ojos nisiquiera etiquette linoleum mausoleum petroleum nonpetroleum slaying doomfall dead said the greatest piece of ass fantastic sponge genius literature only with the word The in it unwritten by the waveless stripping ink of its sea storm is pronounced as estamos comiendo conejos
ogre Before the rain cast iron mirrors birdshit hypotenuse love I judge ostentatiously everywhere I look your eyes kiss whenever I look at you my eyes burn everyone's everyone going where the shooting star lands ergo my capricious ego drizzling honey on the moon sustaining wildflower raindrops filling up the holes in my heart introducing the state's flower sun sonata the highest sea hole hole hole hole then a half step to the chromatic pit trying to lock myself in a dark dark familiar room fie candlelit eyes of headlights through the night blinds you feel my heartsick heartbreak gaze
ekawa Do you still remember me with a heart? I've nearly forgotten how your eyes change color whenever I look away. Some minutes become impossible to look away. Do you still sleep with the lights on whenever I'm not there? Some nights become impossible to stay awake.
eureka! The owl calls me by name, tells me altruism in hoots & vowels, spells with its beak the words I never used moonless, useless but maybe remembered emerald velvet sap means oranges in a cranberry casket & it is maybe in every sentence the falcon calls with its eyes, more meat baskets threading water today & the day before that, pollution like always but nevermind the everyday sin, soon everything the everywhere tin.
Horns, Horns, Horns, Horns, harrowing feel the lived and died. All of the stars inside metal ethyl methylene glycol oxide pride was that the bird talking to me?
xxx bullfight screaming straw cheating together smiling red afternoon reading till red barefoot dusk yellow on my grass grounding across dead eyes acrid escrow paint talking of a face raining heaven luck moon watering wings the dead ant discovered while on the way to my clay walking afterglow the lord while the red glare spilling heaven by knotting skies breathing red red red pushing words away breathing red melanin under the sea crying orchids writing nothing stealing the sun trash rocking on aching hills gave my grave to politics threading red to blood praising death split cement stepping on that tree threatening words across hysteria to say the red is iron listening to thorns cheating with xxx buzzing your names wrong painting horns on roses red my dusk sea drinking yellow you spell language dreaming god on a red pine in the everything reading afterglow dawns singing gasoline blues dead on my dead gnats
slarenim soon is everything in the dark, all things rest blah-blah, everyday everywhere shattered motion my singular singed sin singing dazzled love life liberty tin ton yon looking for the stars in the blue triplet bluets spilling blood all over my face, typical crap in a cage, dark minerals calling themselves minerals
soottat clink clank a bunch of fragments catching the rye theta bite vitriol coon buzzforward peaches parade red white black and blue profound dangling mics mother zeitgeist fucking mead dregs chase me beautiful red giant inside a black hole leaving behind hundreds of years benign until the sky innocuous catches the tiger by its haint tongue supposedly and so and so checks for any leftover ragamuffin checkmate watering down footsteps
its & isms The first day a million years in the eyes of none. I am the rejected reflection in the eyes of a countryside road. My heart trails tic tacs all over the cookie dough creme brulee grass. Out of all the cymbals just one cross. I become the roach I so vilely hated. I want to be the cellar door you never open up without a flashlight, the daily diary you write in without ink only to be read without eyes.
innocuous sumptuous subsidence I know glorious springs at the far end of this impossible architecture weight stepping out of my heart swine reserved rearview mirror headlights red stripe forest mountain water from the riverbed
fuck Now that I'm split dead hot cement stepping on red roses overgrown wet spitting on my red eyes garden grave firing devil red clay walking barefoot on red paint talking red punch politics threading black on white threatening red lights cursing my neck red breathing in the red sun writing on the dirt a red afternoon reading communist pamphlets in a red room highlighting red the words I'll not say painting garnet on magenta working till my blood is red singing the blues to a red moon drinking red gasoline through a straw cheating death with a red sharpie stealing hearts under the red dusk glare spilling water in a desert wearing red to a bullfight screaming iron listening to red orchids crying while swimming bleeding fire sleeping away the red afterglow that dawns dreaming hysteria
drowning in a sea of thorns swearing horns sweeping gnats by the trash rocking god on a cradle in a cab praising red skies knotting all my nots together smiling through my yellow red teeth buzzing all up in your face! raining on the rain zipping across the countryline side road hills aching my way back to you first knowing about as much as an ant if not less running the dog on the moon watering a river wording out my dead names to the likely deaf ready to be reddened I have discovered absolutely nothing to spell wrong in the eyes of everything is language pouring languor lethargy languidly like gravel on the grass grounding heaven on hell pushing my luck against the faces of autumn falling from an opal pine tree to the reddest sea cause the lord gave me wings to cut them.
toxic waste memorabilia ocean my eyes red where the fuck is the moonlight maniacal garbage running the newsline frontrunner tacking heads on the ceiling for safekeeping weighing all my feathers against my chestnut heart god is a dog barking at a painting i am dotted lined summer's a guy fucked up on the sun down hippo camp road i have to distract myself from drinking poison till the sky's blurry with stars bloodletting this wet cosmonaut the silence of a field cast down by the ruckus of the ocean drain pipe overalls my eyes losing their color turning yellow out of the fucking blue you're seconds you're guessing any minute now nightmare at a bar beatles talking about the end of the world in the right writing level officer checking my mirrors might get killed on the next turn every hippo's shell hungry for blackened hot red meat in the past the past sunshine i shiver the horse was witness simplest small dark droplets on the wall something new everyday a starfish eating the alphabet
tattoos minerals just watching where the plants go where the sun bribes where i lost my tongue ring you ask to see the doves but you are given instead cloves of stardust something with the full weight of plastic hearts and not a single day left in dried up petals indeed spit shopping carts of glamour dandruff pixie confetti polish adhesive glitter inefficient in flames i have your marble soul in my pocket somewhere you know every morning so full of moons
florida plantations plant arbors like haiku incongruences yesterday was I flowery fluoridation desperate drowning everyday is plain without further ado an emergency the trees have nothing left to write about but I like killing with words exogenous eyes raining blossom a weightless moon against the sun my dreams sleepwalking on a closed barren road, you whistle the same song quartz find on the sidewalk, I almost lost a tongue to the like-minded
I look at the eyes tally strange on the wall cold to think what you think the silver works its mastery by turning the wheel of dirt fortune a crab trapped in a bundle silent, silken light slicing the water I can’t hear my heart over the truss of red leaves prying to fall down drowning desperate fluoridation flowery I was yesterday in the crunch of God’s words I hesitate to kiss you stint leather lips
phi I can’t even an odd Something between nothing The salamander lisps
wheelbarrow the red One eye open amidst this drench of blood He rains when she rains Drifting my heart in a bottle of wine He paints her with words Like nonexistent I in insurgence Couldn’t be more blue Pressed rosemary mint leaves in my wallet Eat the sun and moon And it’s hard being friends with your absence But she sang cadence Within exclamations and periods His heart can’t pronounce Diamonds in the A’s she used to wear on Buried colored days All I got to my name’s a poor dollar King and Queen of Hearts I’ve already lost my head to the cards Through satin dead-ends Sounds like my words turning to fallen leaves Black ash constellates Blooming juniper tracks over old fields
thigh it’s one something cigarette i want our lips sown together for the next one hundred verses
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