Chel Tim
Sea blended, I sink your telephone wish bones.
Tea in the gay afternoons best by the night you foreign
Dog, losing all rest... Diet engineering totally worshipped;
I misssed Your enigmatic bold fact, zcience be damned,
Cloudy cold mornings, dream in my very Eyes.
Always Say Yes to you, Whynot?
Dearest Freedoms, bake me to The Moon
Tropical Paradise, don'ting to wait
I love you, you see it and You know It....
time-frothy
Happy Christmas, 2,022
Brid Pat
Turtles in the creek
so Lonely you can't see.
Index and thumb like tweezers
to pick up the loose comic book page.
The wetness triangulates,
your soft eye Would detail.
The marriage of the infinite
in the seemingly mundane.
Forever cross the I's, Alone Together
at the end, atop The T.
Happy Christmas, 2,022
Lore Kit
Calm honey denotes Hermosa.
Flowers fall like a waterfall, for You.
Heroes in the Water, way hotter
then the sun, begging life beyond.
Holy Weeds seem to think You
are the moon: So Soon? Be linda,
Actually making the Dolorosa dollers,
Save Your Sin! May the Force of our
jokes, quietly on a sweet May Day,
[[ pick up slacks at 4:14 p.m. La Trinidad
The End
Happy Christmas, 2022
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