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6-27-2019

Someone left the gate
birds flying on the ground
Turn that radio down, boy
Set the hounds on him
all hell breakin’ loose
open, the fire room
 
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6-8-2019

there’s a white woman in the room
shampoo
you can’t judge speed from a distance
come on down
 
there is no ending
but I do appreciate your rejection
beauty abounds on the face of youth
freefall
 
tiger loose in the woods
midnight fisherwoman
lines on water
waterline
 
she hid her spirit
sun-streaks on the garden
submission
will of masters
 
a tongue in the cave
tasteless commentary
witness wisdoms
damned to be thirsty
 
fellow witnesses
all hail
bride of satan
to wings aspire
 
shallow aurora
shadow of Eos
no time like now
something fishy swim
 
I don’t understand you
thank-you
your applause
might unearth me
 
respite of tyrants
from mouths of babes
epithet
lullaby
 
a mother to strangers
orphans of choice
voice of descent
six cubed down
 
decision to wear my motor
a free and separate passion
dizzying rain
dithery doo
 
unclear as stark light
a bug on the windscreen
this dream sequence
leggy bits of goo
 
the cueing of partners
frazzling thread bits
bananas on a plate
speaking of winter
 
four times a dollar
quarters of century
ill-spent years
praying for mother
 
who will hold us up
robbers upon closing
death is a whip
nine bells down
 
prisoners of light
moth conspiracy
war men fan the flames
sense of dignity
 
left and right crosses
requirements of requiem
asleep in the choir
voice deeper than stone
 
let us taste his beans
the door of opportunity
three winds in a vacuum
outside waiting, four more
 
we were passed by Dilbert
a tin-can tuna melt
tryin’ to live in the hills
a writer of camp songs
 
she has fish eyes
ducks swimming ‘cross the sky
each drawer wears a masque
alone in the room
 
life is crosstie walkin’
footsteps on the moon
sadder than spilt water
funnel of mercy
 
she listens to voices
owls asleep in the afternoon
for a slice of white bread
dreams of the kill
 
intent of counterpoint
duelists in the dawn
portrait silhouette
the baby is crying
 
a city on the move
weeping mountains
witless romantic
the emperor sighs
 
legends of god-speak
thin binding flesh
momma’s smoking a cigarette
laughter from the whiskey bar
 
we slept in a roadhouse
the moon is at seven
with some consideration
a sharing of wounds
 
raccoons crossing the yard
the wife and I drank tea
her personal favorite
what children don’t know
 
the clamor of legion
awaiting window
wooden never bored
phat pulpit dancers
 
he was eight parts wisdom
the rest must come before
a howling of madmen
presumptuous creed
 
there are more white cars
China is down under
kangaroos are not
whiskey men philosophers
 
the angel risks
imagination
shoestring around her throat
progression of aims
 
don’t hold me up
sharpen your whistle
lay down your weapons
anticipate this
 
the little man is unbelted
we got laws to prove you
three times protector
bullet in the brain
 
ain’t no wax dummy
there are porcelain lips
who sing the heart song
we are too sick to beg
 
she would rather walk
paddle canoe, oar else
come fathom the morrow
we is in too deep
 
time out for prayers
they’re digging trenches
television snowstorm
resolute madness
 
an eye on the storm
shuffling gait
twisted scenario
truth
 
teasing the pickpocket
no crowd control
so help us god money
fresh folding
 
when praying is preying
man beneath the robe
don’t climb into the box
willing prisoner
 
we police ourselves
1-800-to snitch
you ain’t no bargain basement
small wonder price we pay
 
nestled on a hill
hugged in a closet
children are glad houses
ante up everyone wins
 
traffic is a phat truck
a snail crawls our brain
either no leftovers
or that’s all there is
 
a treatise on selling out
snowmen in the dark
stick figures and angels
homesick at home
 
a juried selection
prisoners executed at dawn
the art of living
and of living art
 
an eager applicant
bottom line aficionados
three monkeys for lunch
acute indigestion
 
mother spoon nipple
simple garden rape
pure of poison
deadliest sin
 
don’t make those faces
injurious by design
listen to the song of your loins
a children’s choir
 
a lavender sunrise
midnight promises
house of whispers
where lovers reside
 
nothing is perfect
errant drift of cloud life
change is on the wind
a likening to sorrow
 
something’s eating his brain
doubt and melancholy no
not what might have been
what must have been yes
 
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Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2019 artwork, music and words
conceived by and property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2019 ©