In my mind's unkempt places of metaphors and stereophones before brushing my teeth with the silence of time getting louder turning the night out as I sleep whispering to a quilt beast walking quieter than my feet as it fades to a powder with a length of m...
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In correspondence with nature's backdrop a step away from the land of eternal dreams from the eye of salvation and azure blue sky listening to the whispering chair transporting an imagination of magical places unforgettable of oaken sails and falling leav...
...once upon a given - with jmcchesnie
A collaboration...a thousand murmurs whispering once upon a given to seek a kiss from the mannequin's shadow dwarfing the twilight as I dream listening to the shrinking heart through the windows cellophane in shades of stippling souvenirs for this, I shall remain in dep...
...it's my Beetlejuice and not your karaoke dancing with a shadow and memories with whimsical pistachio green shells listening to the coffee pot's concierge paint mustaches on the ink well's clam sliding on the escalator without a destination it's my Beet...
in remembrance of Quasimodo with the breath of olden's short winds like unseen presence leaves of dead driven like ghosts fleeing bones of men with a little less chin and matted hair but the character of the man is in the treetops
In Cupid's secret queue of the early dawn getting the biscuits quiet as a field mouse pimento red dark roses essence dew drops sweet as ardor listening to silence dripping from the fluorescence memories dressed as ganglions under my skin listening to sile...
Cranking out the blues in Racine inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams. Of dark's dilation strangling strings coated with morphine's cosmoline. Blinking twilight upon a dream when the boogyman screams. Cranking out the blues in Racine inferno's axing my Gitf...
The keeper of my shadow in escrow, presumptuous of my pen's epitome. No more bees, wildflowers, or words, now footprints of places forgotten. In the sand, washed away by the tides, between the metaphors and the shoals. In my solitude with a broken silk fa...
With shadows raining singing to treble nothing but silence with a fragrance of the Bathsheba rose and ghosts with pinions awakening seeds of the Hollyhocks becoming dreams of honey and tea with wings of bees fading thimble listening to murmurs of sympathy...
Haunting capricious shadow a silence grandeur to adore of darkness half-strangled kneeling at naked shores with love's restrained and a theatrical footprint beneath my door as my quill deploys as before a silence grandeur to adore
Winds Good Fellow Calliope
From the Archives.Sounding the echo of an eternal choir and shadow of loveliness in hourglass from the archives beneath the window of yesterday's forever-now memories in seance with the templars of nature listening to winds good fellow calliope and yawling sails of Autumn'...
Neath winter's snow bones fasting silent moon and its coffin eyes with pennies in my cap weighing down the bogs of twilight's stares listening to the winds as they whittle from the wagging tongues of the willows a stone-cold breath of Mother Nature's gown...
Beneath the coyote brown canopy of trees the hummingbird moth dance to the winds blushing in the moonlight a moment's will captivating the soul hidden in shadows a cousin from Heaven in summer's breeze of willow jumping jacks in my mind's quill a fragranc...
Drenched by a rainbow of watermelon stains in twilight's marmalade gazing toward night on nature's patio with whisking cloud songs of shower's musical rain for scrapbooks and parasols