blackened empty shell · Monkir
too karaman old · no puedo mas
claxu wraith for turning the compost heap up
malvarna
so often indoors
thick, ruined whisper as if could you
build in sec skugry 'eng towers
such one glittering mensogo at a time
we don't even know
how a lo'laH jolt
the least of these wasted to day orts
ba binxo
poste · the lost years flourish
both hands a numb we
preferas imagi ke
we are lomHa' sucking the life of
la vivuloj la young khaki child's play to
never mind
it streak iron tasering strangers craving with
my firebent will O


"To a poet nothing can be useless." --Rasselas