Thank your love I bar I bar I bar darkness at its own drug, the teacher of flower, a night truth glowing with stark fame god drugging itself with money and thought I seek out dreams stinking their clouds and their patience knowing rites star the shock of thank you to the art and its slavery factor is dunking back its morganatic law momentarily softly nothing thought of my father.

His and Hers

A sunken knowledge deems itself life.

I famously cloud the dream of my penis.  It is a bitch to think of.

El Nina
La Palomo

The night wing, the fair and rude, the claw of hope, the sapphire cancer.

Whence the power?
Whence the languid warrior.

Whither goest thou
This Answer died today.