~Subterranean Junket~

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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 & 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 & 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 a crossties step

footstep on the moon

sadder than spilt water

funnel of mercy

 

she listens to voices

owls sleep 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 of 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 & 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 sings 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 & angels

homesick at home

 

a juried selection

prisoners executed at dawn

the art of living

& 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 & melancholy no

not what might have been

what must have been yes

 

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© 2017 artwork music & words

conceived by & property of

tom (WordWulf) sterner 2017 ©

via ~philosophy~ – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner

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