a buttresses chief end.

jewelry only

demarcate

two sides to a wall

a buttresses chief end.

ain’t notime for multiplication 

the kiswah isn’t for sale

neither is the porridge 

and don’t trespass in potters field

candles burn downpours

taken tattered a

drunken boat

these lapping shores

pas more

those matriculating icons

stillburn.

theres a frigidity 

a Belarusian peddler 

an estranged steeple shadows 

this market place

junk to treasure

candles burn downpours

awaits a wadi’s empty hands

j’espere 

irony ain’t lost on moi:

soles alone

dust greetings parch’d land

awaits a wadi’s empty hands 

on day three

water was free’d

poison pas spoil

clay/sand/straw

well well well

a unnumbered variation of anguish

i thought i told you

i tried photographing the origin of the sea

i thought you told me

you tried sightseeing from the otherside 

an unsourced wave

an undeclared sigh

a mary cried

a unnumbered variation of an anguish

needles need a north

beneath 

countless 

paints and

plaster;

before pigments 

and the ascetics 

of a cave

fable as reliefs

raised humanities 

entrance fees;

grazing apres 

the stampedes

flatteningly free

needles need a north

fill this innately magnetic heart

a lovecraftian spear

unknown a fear

a lovecraftian spear

every room’s

mysteries

a raven and an ark

hark’d

this scene is on

these numbers will

everything’s a fraction

this bullet ist wholly

when 

shovels 

came and went

 well

springs 

sprung 

fountains ahead

 well

a benedictical embrace

graced phazed grazed 

this bullet ist wholly 

a serpent’s tongue isn’t binary

a 

postcard’s perch

 {privileged}

a
stationary’s seat.

a
letter’s 

carried burden

as
a leaf 

fell

a
autumn 

bleeds

whirlingly 

a 

color’s true form

tuning forks

a
augmented fourth

a
trinity 

a serpent’s tongue isn’t
binary