Phoropter

phoropter
im a yellow ribcage your the handkerchief
drifting from a branch to make the convent cringe
dreary mud in your vein passed my mud and debris
fourescent wounds in disdain
your a moth in a jar
my tear the stalagtite
a paper owl in coal
catatonic decree
a mannequins hug
i cut a hole in your chest to watch the circuits writhe
a palpatation discord a junkyard for my
blank phoropter
snakecharmer
why bother
theres blood in my birdbath
blank phoropter
graverobber
why bother
lapelle made of flies
glamor blended and looped into a widows scarf
a grease pencil sigh the cheekbones of a wolf
asthmatic encore repellant lying like dew
a likeable sin a rather maniacal grin
unrolling the gauze before the circus debut
projector slides being watched by rats
perverted images hung to and fro for decor
motion sickness but still he wears the squid as a hat
im a pile of rags your the stone in a sling
a mouth full of lilacs a spider leg eyelash
pulmonary hijack
forcefed taste the copper
dead orchard shes an author
tear ducts beneath the mud
jagged fixture blank phoropter
black elk broken truncheon
rotgut satchel paige