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the SistinesOh how the Montagues would have bellowed! Morning lit with a tone of poor "hello," at the stroke of a fist of uranium.the Sistines
Grave greetings gave Germans, germs, and geraniums; How they rung inside Capulet bones, and such craniums! And, the sun above poor Monticello
left today much less fruity or yellow
At the sight of unfortunate fellows Rusted, the sun, like a fist of raw radium: grew grave greetings, and, dead geraniums.
Monochrome with some tone of poor "hello," And no stroke nor fist of fruity or yellow: oh hear the Montagues, how they bellow.
by ~Deliquescere
OmphalineComing and going, leaves frothing like farthings; like fountains all sprouting: the smog was still spouting. And coming and going, like fountains all growing; lava still flowing like Beijing or flourine.Omphaline
With a flavour like taurine, snaked the river of Maurine, past the post of one Betty caught one morning unsteady.
With a porch now so cold, even then all unready; and the snow there so bold of vermilion, not gold: Oh, if Betty'd been told!
...Well her porch'd be much less bold.
And all her children knew naught and she knew not
by ~Deliquescere
parsimonyLeaning foward, toward embouchured embraceparsimony
of china's brim
I am
dim, burnt out: flickering and full of clout
As asteroid or bulb above, as if over, as if this is love.
She is clothed in brumeusette and we, afortuned to have met: she would break her single rule, previously cephalopod in nebule.
She is
for a fortnight an umbra in a cafe, to ask whispering once everyday; with eyes like candlelight, polite, reciting plights far into night.
I am
dim and doubt, bickering and culled about. As asteroid or bulb above, as if over, as if
by ~Deliquescere
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