i feel mute tonight. just picture poems i talk like im burning fast dead words of a ghost like macbeth's soliloquy shabbos full moon midwinter lick prespring missing mikey bait my soul home ripped away blackness star eyed & corpse gapelisp sealed by needle & thread some evil spell binds me enslayyet cosy embalmed zombie dance on the densitisity mintmandarin suns & rings of saturn for the return of the undead what strange unwritten holiday will ai turn up for cult teenagers turned 55 when the night is singed & the bare trucks of black ganesha fail to be painted because all the indigosharpened carmilanegold nails have fallen from busy crones with fur perfekbodies beauty is beast & my teeth no longer long but fallen out to make necklaces for musk & besos gums jails when is the morn of her wedding she him do wed & promise forever & for once mean it honest i do darlin u ooo send me percy pumpaloaf Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
it's not his name, is it? he doesn't know it sometimes there are some times but when he needed it, he knew it does one need to speak? or does one just talk somehow meaning intimate meaning, the rest politicks yet it's not merely diagnosis, is it Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.