Close troth.

• Close troth.

  Busing the french Listen to the dark horse, seldom in his private chambers.
  
  Or welcoming the brides to the chopping block.accumulating the fishing film.
  
  she day was wilting in a shadow with some month of may hue of tones and copper sponge.
  
  I was well and wished for the best, and the mentions of the rest.
  
  

  Gone on find fringe clash of cracking doors, and creaking doors,

  
  The dust off the spoke, and something more and feeling gore.
  

• heh

  Powder on the nose, cats fun with the kill harks.
  Jumble mumble on the phone why is it taking an hour.
  See back the setbacks, only in the past, in a row.
  salad walks for miles on Sunday.
  in tight linen or stripped vests.
  listen to the oboe...out of tune.
  
  Whistling in the front porch
  to the bake sale groans
  
  I see the lessons,
  glisten on a marathon..
  
  so many days later.
  Afternoon...
  when it is HOT...
  
  °°°°°°
  Possessed or charmed to liquor or black wrist doves.
  
  Ribbons before six feet under, sand withers my fevers.
  
  righteous an welcome to feed sliding fingers in a mound.
  
  Underneath the earth, covered, down under.