Sunday, December 20, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - XL




At home we may have crept about,
Facing past diagnoses,
   Seeing which lions celebrate art.
When meeting, know your fragile language.

He was soft, then we seemed apart,
   Married, by a serious chocolate King
Delighted by angry faces.
   He despaired by raw denial.

Silent glories came to guard us,
We thought to discover some degenerate form,
   Babe, this green subject composts diversity.

A laughing fool storied our black star.
Harmonious experiments, supposed 'til dusk.
   To smell perfume, naughty, soft and sad.

It's hard, you know,
To observe opinions opened to find music.
    See that cat almost howl.

Immense respect, know when I am raging.
Give it all to some windward fool,
   Stammering about the rain.



Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
39 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81


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