#framephonic

perspectives enshrined in gold in retrospect robbing the grave

dreams of morning dew ambrosia, the mist pouring from fern like leaves chantrelles, orange tasty beings swim in the grey feeding a memory of soft light caressing brown curly locks leading me to what I could not see showing the source of what I smelled

no protection aside from the political

gallows erected Gallows laughter Smirks shared The last act No one left enough paint in the cave To express the harbored  emotions shipped off By tiny zines, bound in menstrual blood And articles of leftover semen She was the first to awake And give her life blood to adam Again build the gallows

flee, the fascists are at the door we board flights, arrange marriages they endure

the busy work hobbies the ways of passing time when alone fade to smoke at times the memories of old loves times with new friends can turn to ash in a moment the truth clears mirages one can only walk alone but the bayou ripples the leaves of the ancient oaks they are here. the pocket vibrates a true friend remembered sits down beside

were the diamonds always there or only created after the pressure will I open the shutter again