mist field
glaze across gaze
to insist on a yield
yawn of autumn knell
in blank shift of begotten shawl
a misfiring of desire
her opulent pearl of somnolent days
groping for a moment
to misfeel a razor for a reel
chimney smoke, chipped paint, topiary
tending the needs of a heedless class
latitude of luminosity
calf, lass, colt
wanting to secure the latch and bolt
toward an arrangment of range
homeric isle
a melding of mud and tile
song of sage and thistle
missive missle toe
of one conniving giant
in a tale of conquest
(that would be best)
draperies now drawn
but for milk pink dawn
seeping through lace
notes from my twilight realm
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