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boplines #1

 

core(responding) realities

 

defend the vanquished,  yet wax cosmopolitan in the(st)ory

run the lower crossways into cornered circles, un-observed

groups of three, double (deal) check strong points (to the fissure)

side-lined elements assume pre-resulted tallies -  fragmented fo(u)r (d)(w)ays (as)under…

 

clearing a path  - nic(h)e c(r)a(r)vings B.(uy)T.(wo)W.(ishes)

it screams: Have id – (thy) will (t)(un)ravel/alter to (e)go!

hid(d)e(n) (in) (syn)_apse, recessed – walled, prim(e)-m(i)(o)tive coiling asp strikes

(must) defy (climate) defining (falsely) deified (2nd tier) demimondes

 

sleeved (f)aces, deadpanned hands, oft back to the door’s swing

de-compense new (scents) surreal war(re)d (offed) our enmities

defense_less(e)(o)ns close(r) vested, lea(r)ning(s) squall_or luck’s usury

p(l)ayed-off key-money treat(ed) me (to) (l)unch – numbers flat…

 

abhor kissless moments, embrace/hoard filigreed contours, fa(te)(ith) suspended whores

late of spirit’s tribulations, returned from a soporific decade(nce) – contemplating movement vs. mo(r)(d)(t)ality

pounding, anaphoric incantations, compulsive utterences to please a higher being

live not to continue the hoary mental/heavy metal wreckage diffused willfully

 

betwixt a_tonal un-social strata  - spaced in volatile pairings, de-sem(i)b(a)lanced

rooting for night-shade(s)(ed) treasure, betrothed to one’s self by cont(r)act

discarded troves-collected winsome wisely dissembled, bleeding pretext

beguilement not-withstanding heavenly sophistry, rains un-bridled scrutiny

 

not one thing sways in the strong wind’s wake – mournful stillness accompanying silence

 back (lit) shot from underneath time’s quarry, suited in grey twill herringbone

kenmare street finial, ornaments baroque string construct – 59 seems to be the tragic number

sold for security/regretted for the absence of true sound, now in the hands of a bone collector…