Sunday, December 27, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - LX




Floors higher than money.
   Kate, on your next day home,
   cut the old gal’s manic sculptures.

Empty the sounds you spoke.
Why? I am so fashionable?
    Starting pleases the young, paint dirty.
    Avoid negative, high art.

A pouch for sleep avoids my inner form.
Give it away for best effects. 
   Did we care, trust?
She'll have flown.
My movie's not seeing her lost will.
    Free death music presents your wife.

Do give our cast, retribution.
Respect the fast, I mean it.
   All the Muses know KR.
So let her use and handle the brush.

I have an insane mother!
   Crass anger, this obsequious kid won't sculpt me.
Who faced her character? 

Miss, I'm about this studio.
Serious art is a rainbow of black,
   a system that lets the red body 
   perform balance.

Perfect sounds are still ugly.




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 
38 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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