Father
Father
Lord of manner I shall not weep from
backwords she can't gavel
above her the beast
hateful of beauty in arrival
to learn the day
to burn the way
opened eye must, alone
become a sacrifice
not to a throne she bevels
his edge lower and unaware
the liberty of private war
she alas will declare
this and thou
is how we leave the tombs
handled over too many ways
and consumed
succumb to my fate
walk towards the water
be not less, be not with me
The American Elegant
Portrait artists as shame
Cinder the shackles ballroom
Within a distance a dandy boys wedding
Freedom of tooling and pry
Only as field creates night hours
Will assembly of room have more to tell itself
Grand that
A wasting of children, you say loving sounds
Owning a vineyard for shawls on men
Preoccupied station wears little labors in
Boy George rules!
Do you really want to hurt me?
1936?
The finance charge of robes
Un framing the dish
How have you been fed?
Upright and straw.
Mangled Time
Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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