Biography of Dizzy Darling
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Dizzy Darling Poems
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I wonder through a land of great impressions dreaming of Richmond, flag limp against black horizon, bleakly marching through falling city, scraps thrown to wolves that dance around cinders flight.
Bear Week On The Cape
bear week on quaint provintial town, burly masses corrugate in the reeds of accordian coast, a bell chimes through the gritting shutter teeth. calls to the ships at sea
minuet marching bands laughing loon and spooky foxes Bachs fugue playing with fingers like spiders debussy picnics under baudelaires fountain stars
Crimson glider sinks to the belly of subterranean stairwell. a subservient bird of daylight, pierced through by tin can rooftops.
hanging on the high brow off urbans nocturne, Impotent bowels weigh down the boulevard, there is too much shit with no place to go.
K332 In F
Lauren I wander wounded, this labyrinth has cut me with broken bottles, I have seen the moon blush to me it drops purple shades around our halcyon skiff. Remember that alter I feigned for you? though I breathed through and swallowed bundles of smoke,
Wounded Pride A Haiku
Polonious published beneath tapestry threads, perverted voyeur of unmade beds. Percival en route aback holy steed
Gaia Tucked her belly in stuck her toes to the pool and shivered furtively with passion,
Night On The Brain
the seashore shone through the looking glass spires, all its parasols blew cartwheels in vaulting flight The ship lay in the harbor yard moaning under the bursting imperils,
It Will Fly Poor Boy
Branches human whilst tender fires smoke, pools as galleries of eyelids meander Eyes of fountain
I see your fingers working their way up and down the fret board, patiently delicate. I hear your feet sweeping side to side on the parquet rhythmically graceful.
Body: the sands crash on the waves in a contemptuous peppering gaze the coast bowing to the sky’s expanse the cafe windows look out into reflective eyes the apertures tear through the deep well of the pupil
It Will Fly Poor Boy
Branches human whilst tender fires smoke,
pools as galleries of eyelids meander
allow willow weeps into rivers stagger