2020

 or tuwhare:

2020:

sing hail

effervescent lamplight

up the foggy trail

present and current lifetimes

dont prevail

o faery light

twinkling like brain surgery

accompaniment to the butchery

always obliterated by dark

the fornicating ice pail

sobers up

ice rain lightning

a power struggle

deafening those

who survive

the dark sundering

flesh struck oak

derailing

train station echos

paint tinted glass windows

absorb the starry twinkle

every living thing goes off

to sing hail

2

the butcherers tools gleam

an incestious cave gale

a dolly mushroom twilight

to take the knife and slice

the hollow veil

singing leprosy to the tiger

(burning bright)

to me everything does seem

centre right but in the spring

they left for lynching

torrents tempests darkness

aching to be born a babe anew

taking the cut dewy meat

entrance to expiration dates

for real

3;i thought this as i went forward

settiing glow the light

i held dear the forest

not a dewdrop crystal bare

of interactivity of sensitivity

of longing and of wonder

not a single wrong turn down ways

of blabbering indefinite existence and sad wailing

the entrance garden gate

showed no rust-the flowers blooming

flowering turning my emotion golden

like a prelude wordsworth penned

the great growing beast

feeds off heaven

but rain can come

splintering the land

piercing passion and raping understanding

fucking cognition and sodomising rapture

a quietning came around on the table

he was operating-a frankenstein an adam

to take apart the heart and replace it with

something beyond tearsstained destiny

4:lettuce girl

your garden is good

your moths and butterflies

wing through eternity

there is an ocean moon

at milton turning

common men to stone

the germinating

misery

we now call home

forever sizzling

veins cutting

scrotal bleeding tied up in rope

they took her there

stole her sunshine

wrapped her nakedness prospering

in your black coat

yet somethings leaking

down the sink

acid reflux-regurgitating what others think

individually we all lay in rusted bathrooms spewing sick

5:a digression- i knew a women

dressed in red

that fed her country

aoteroa and rid its certain people

of akll its dread

ardern beyond compare

any person circumvents

a certain style

\maybe just a tale now

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im dead and broken in the abyss

many times i spent wandering

looking for acknowledgement

something to feel more encouraged

i found my women dead

her garden gone

great big factories that oppress to look upon

but we must take a second guess

\keep inquiring

and running

in the hail

to sing our song

hear!!! I feel the sunshine coming!!!