Prologue

The story of Royal

according to the journal

of Milo Ambrose.

And official records

to present day.

Constant warring.

Pestilence. Slavery.

 

Behavior of kings.

to fill scroll

and folio over time.

 

This Kingdom.

This archipelago.

The story is of legend.

 

I witness a murder.

Is ’01 I’m in the states.

Come of age Jim Crow

and prohibition.

Mine education is driver

then most wanted.

 

Land of God’s and monsters

and vex sweep east to west

there are dead.

There haze and rain.

I witnessed a murder.

I’m in the Grand Tower.

The Constable surround

Ravenswood.

 

A bit of slow burning dramatic.

The intensity the central figure.

The terror you cross him.

This noir.

The pounding regret his head.

Physical. Mental.

Chemical account the headache.

His sacred narcotic.

They wish me lonesome for I am danger.

Local bird don’t suffer me.

 

Pensive.

Plodding.

Classic dark.

Such vistas killing fields.

There’re beasts in the streets.

I’m responsible let you tell it.

 

Spit your hatred and strength in number.

With weapon the lot of them.

Don’t cool till done in.

 

The B.C.’s. The A.D.’s.

The wonders by drift and divide.

Always rival girl child.

By sword. By thunder.

Mine tempest lonely long ago.

Strike at me sicken cry

from within you echo.

I’m in your court.

I’m link to all things distress.

Disorder.

Twenty century pensive.

The mantle Metropolitan.

Is melancholy

get me up and

downward spiral.

Mine feted return.

Then quick as

quick is gone.

Drink and revelry.

There blood

on bricks.

The horrors

before and

subsequent.

 

Bounty men

set on me.

Vamp see mine

blood filthy.

 

I know with

hers shoulders.

Between and

betwixt

I’m magic in it

Melancholy

get me up.

 

Love

Love is once in a while

dream of mine.

Non descript lodging.

I am lone sir.

 

What horrors such that

in number recorder deeds.

I’m all the talk right ‘round.

Grand noir is familiar.

Mine overture sinister.

 

At yours best she’s thin

skinned threat of death sure.

I entreat you love.

High card make her player.

She’s over mad with it.

 

Mine archetype full figure

She offer tribute.

I’m like this for hours.

 

Usual progress vex.

Some sojourn period dress.

Random hour eager

hers ablation.  

Port Royal

 

I surround myself with acolyte.

She’s finders keepers.

Come little man scented vials.

I intend ravage you.

 

Protagonist Port Royal.

War with Jamaica.

Refuse gifts of

feast of native meat.

Bejeweled offering.

Talk of armada and

hostile.

 

I’d not change stripes.

Multiple house and wives.

Keep her sleeping gown.

Dream but strange.

Savage much of it.

Is thrill that did her.

Frenzy within inch of life. 

Revolt is the new black.  

 

The Duchess

 

I am behest the Duchess.

She’s North Star legerdemain.

Mine bombast is braggart.

Fun and games directly.

Plunder classic darkness.

Early onset lot of them.

Drink is for hers congress.

 

I am about when thirst will drive

some devil to account.

Don’t stop me modesty.

City circuit word on the pavement.

I’m loyal foil.

Dime novel bed chamber torture.

Been time enough, love.

 

Hers muddy water

thrown in as charmed.

Is unseasonable.

The rest saliva.

Kenwood kiss and tell.

This Babylon all the best ritual.

Let her tell it she is pride of…

 

Days of rain and blood.

Eyes wide I slice hers silken.

Many fortnight yours

fight is showing.

There effigy on the morrow.

 

 

 

Edgewater

 

Such vistas, beasts

in the streets.

I’m responsible let you tell it.

Spit yours hatred

and in numbers with weapon.

Always girl child.

 

Been days of rain.

Drink and smoke.

For real and hoped

I’m stable mate.

All intent to it fruitless.

Given to vivid trickery.

 

Full figure, love.

Sides of the drive

and rival killers.

She fell where it struck her.

Stretch of inner city

zero hour chagrin.

So rival bookend it.

Shrill in hers thrill of him.

It leak out all manner

scavenger.

Best Of Times

 

The why’s, wherefores

‘tween us.

All the sweet in Texas.

Overstated between us.

Bit of sage. 

 

I am need and want.

Hurrah right round.

My confederate such why.

Gold star fond.

My archetype thickset.  

 

Nightmare Garden

 

It is midnight so it go.

Until morning

and they die.

This is love.

Mine course is terror.

Future liaison some

fortnight back and forth.

A kings ransom for them

consummate tender.

 

Access the garden.

Open to spans of vanity.

Three corners and the march

of the bizarre.

The fringe spill over

from the portico.

The sun strike all sides.

Nightmare part of the whole.

Ideal macabre role play.

 

 

 

 

Matters to you 

when the brooding

and to stir it up

 

roughhousing introduce

into the narrative.

Time is cold and melancholy.

I write from what was.

Relish she’d grown handsome.

 

I make dame of her.

Best dressed I’d spent on her.

Short order I’m menace.

Unmask me how I’m called,

however I present gentle sir.  

Matters to you 

when the brooding

and to stir it up

 

roughhousing introduce

into the narrative.

Time is cold and melancholy.

I write from what was.

Relish she’d grown handsome.

 

I make dame of her.

Best dressed I’d spent on her.

Short order I’m menace.

Unmask me how I’m called,

however I present gentle sir. 

Mood

 

The leaves fallen by now.

Heavy and notice day

most down cast.

A day opaque and stark.

Romantic lament the dark.

Cold come in heavy

cloak the mood. 

 

Is string of fancy

and them is shook.

Is best when overlook.

The elements left her

Free fall.

The day most melancholy.

A day opaque.

Romantics lament aint been sun.

In its place woman.

 

 

Vessel

 

The sounds from

the brush.

And the rain.

That lure the

inappropriate

element.

Was vulgar prior,

is life giving.

Heady from the

ground up.

I talk you up.

 

Essence for days

drip from hers lips.

Nature of our excess.

Is host that feed it.

She is vessel.

Present tension of

late betwixt.

For hers part but

to favor me.

Thought of me.

Thought of we. 

 

Good Steward

 

Mine weighty sum

muddy water run aground. 

She ceremonial dress.

Inner thigh wolven.

Well settled 

the little room.

The bed and table

and books.

Immerse in poetry. 

 

End game clumsy

and telling.

Turn of century

bogeyman.

Back stairway strange.

I am quoted horror.

Mine overture tight quarters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Is Us

 

So we roles play.

All the flattery is gibberish at the end.

Delve into her what catch her breath.

The heart broke catch her death.

I prepare for the night what call for.

Camisole and the like and what she keep to the vest.

Is time I seen it. All promises and notions. 

 

This is us and the smoke of the home fires.

Big windows you astride.

I wrest it from her as eventual.

She’s lost to the room.

Mine opportune and your profile.

Was better days I wade in den cultured women.

Talk at me with the "show you mine."

A minute of excess, love and I'm in the breach.

We have time of our lives.

The mad dash water’s edge.

Can hardly but show your best.

Disregard the wear on the fabric.

A Pinot Gris and is supple.

Everything that come from it be sweet. 

 

Noir

 

She bring vintage.

Sit with me.

Noir to mine story

spin as quickly

come to mind.

Forgive mine robust.

Just as quickly

them gone.

 

Is been days of grays.

Myself at first glance

understated.

It is about gloaming.

I’m lone wolf.

 

The dusty blinds.

Dead flies.

Smell of piss.

Parsing wish and wonder.

Seasons sweet and gone.

I love the likes of you.

Human as shown is no life.

Ever dark we dark as dark. 

 

 

Memory as flame.

 

The lot to bonfire.

Totality of shame.

I give you salutation.

The profile 

the death of the heroine.

 

All the fetish gin up.

as lonely grip swift and heavy.

She carry on nonplussed.

She arrive to nocturne.

I’m mad hat these nights. 

 

Noir II

 

I’m night crawler but

darkness it burns.

Black ensemble.

Scream of terror.

Yours boutique sleep.

Mine agress bigger things.

 

We are into the noir.

I take to dreams pleasing

disrupt yours dress.

A sibling in her stead.

Fly in fly out again.

Commonality in mine ken.

Talk of mad season.

Depiction in the raw. 

None shame to it.

Word to the Matriarch.

I send mine man for hers things.

 

Room for books and shoes.

Smell of piss and cannabis.

Hardly gallant.

She scream all she want.

Mine animal arouse.

She’s on the streets.

The fleet afoot.

Mine animal faster

than she run.

Mine sinister begin and end.

Overstated between us.

I’m capable until I’m not.

Presume upon you mine ultimate.

 

 

 

 

Noir III

 

I’m Trojan horse.

Just so I’m on the inside.

I’m yours corner shadow.

The precious get me.

She know mine vein.

Expect I’m solid state.

The precious get me.

Mine noir if you please.

 

Choose mine

and it be so.

I am smitten.

I don’t go slow.

Let her tell it,

I don’t kiss hers neck.

Come to rest against her.

Killer is mine, love.

From hers lips is

cause célèbre.

All the gentile

she could muster.

 

 

 

 

Draw Nigh

 

Draw nigh whatever ancients.

Woman and the lights play upon her.

I’m good for a night.

Perhaps this night.

 

The over powering wind

and goose bump your skin.

The night spent on fetish love.

It take mettle all us.

 

They draw nigh.

For my part make of you maven.

She’s every welcome.

and a time for us.

 

 

Short Timers

 

They short timers at

waters edge.

This patch of sand.

Just time enough.

 

When strong wind

and we’re speechless.

That cannot breathe 

at great heights.

Like recall there once was.

This patch of sand and wind

and ceaseless by and by.   

 

Mine Schooling

 

I’m become him.    

and work certified liar.

I’d kept it torrid.

Some hopeful

heart of stone.

Fates what they are.

 

Might be watch

what you say.

Better inside the eye.

Might be as I tell you.

Winter wind through

window blow

she needful things.

 

Thy will be done.

The casual eye

to the butcher.

The black door is mine.

 

As much torrid

I’m in the city.

Mine room is flies

and high hopes.

Is drink I die slow.

Mine descent I chronicle.

I Milo. 

 

 

Dreadnought

 

The desolation and

the husks of buildings.

I’m beach side.

I’m look inside old homes.

They’re gone and abandon.

The weeds on the place.

What dreadnought?

 

The old home

without warmth.

But walls and echo

mine isolate voiced.

Bigger fright than I,

what dreadnought?

 

Between us need and want.

The strip is bankrupt.

Said exodus past Albion.

The Babylon that was.

Barely flicker candelabra. 

They don’t fight just now.

What dreadnought?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I‘d thought the Gods

had given up.

Leave it to the fates

and the furies.

 

She give me treat

without violence

of copulating.

She cut a figure

in waiting.

 

The raven

The bird of state

no patron saints.

Hardly angels to appeal

our better nature.

What for retreat?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Days of strange

She with the broods.

 

Seen it have 

I never sweeter.

Callow. 

 

Frame your enigma

needful things.

Need but form 

and function.

 

The lady is promoter.

The consummate

go ‘round the bed head.

Every arrogance 

I am latest and greatest. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come black bird 

sign of the exotic.

An oasis of the curious.

The cliffs and 

the sunken ships.

The delirium 

and the follies.

The lapping at 

the theater door.

They drink and they fight

to pen the death of the heroine.

Treacherous waters.

When the pubs let out

they draw pistols.

She come out of the dark.

South Village stage

and blood moon.

It is murder to cast.

 

In the background

the mountains of Brandywine.

And the lions.

The Grand Islands.

The castle at Trancoso.

The plantation that was Albany.

The Villas at Patagonia.

The ruins at the Grand. 

 

 

She's toast Water Street Clubs. 

And waterfront infamous. 

Across the way Patagonia.

Associate with members of court.

She's matron on the quarter.

County seat.

Come from Albemarle. 

Ravenswood Alumnus.

Ravenswood Summer Club.

Heaven and her gardens. 

Each city a social circuit.

I make you Maven.

 

 

 

 

Them on the walk                                                                                                                           sing your glowing in chalk. 

Roving Bacchanal.

Bird in number succumb. 

Found her but sleeping gown. 

 

Death of the Duchess. 

Tell of her and all comers.

It overcome her while

she's in theater and it kill her.

The Heavens and their gardens

She shame your vineyard.

 

The islands are lush 

The meek shall inherit. 

He's met his match

Smell of ardor for days.

the aroma is sharp.

She groom for a wife. 

The depth of summer.

Establish we're more than friends. 

For a time lose themselves.

 

The Story of Bedlam. 

 

And through history

they harbinger of things. 

Need for blame.

War. Pestilence. 

Loneliness. 

Dreamless sleep.

Nightmare.

 

Puddle of sweat.

This kingdom of colored peoples. 

But Vampire 

and cruelty of the times. 

 

I am Bedlam.

Bedlamite.

I'm come of contempt.

Sardonic as I am

pith between us. 

Whatever the moon

is center of.

Stink of lore.

Paranoia. Lust. 

All is need and 

need for us. 

In the end is the meek.

 

 

 

 

Self

As much for self.
My posture is staid.
A matter altogether 
animal.

They’re struck apart
and never the same, love.
She stride the blue light
her boudoir.
I am for that.

Wake is volcanic.
Varied day and night.
I am all the shadow
that pleasant surprise.

She in dressing gown.
Bedroom eyes.
Frightened  
paramour.
My state of play.
That be fine. 

 

Big Timber

Big Timber fold.
Sanctuary.
Ideation we are friends.
She make for me a home.
General alarm.
There will be blood.

High praise this evening.
Hers tender mercies.
I deign speak 
of great promise.
Some mad exotica.
When is written 
tell it savage. 

 

 

I am behest the Duchess.
She’s north star legerdemain.
Fun and games directly.

Plunder classic darkness.
Early onset lot of them.
Drink for her congress.

 

I am about when 

thirst will drive

some devil to account.

I’m loyal foil.

The good fight. 

Dime novel bed 

chamber torture.

 

Her muddy water 

is unseasonable.

The rest saliva. 

Kenwood kiss and tell.

This Babylon 

she is pride of.

 

Been days of rain.

Drink and smoke.

For real and hoped

I’m stable mate.

All intent to it fruitless.

Given to trickery.

 

Full figure bird.

Sides of the drive

and the violence.

Rival killers.

She fell where it struck her.

Stretch of inner city

zero hour chagrin.

So rival bookend it.

Shrill in hers thrill of him.

It leak out all manner

scavenger. 

 

 

The freak along directly.

I rise full form.

She staid mine bizarre.

Let her tell it,

all the freak to speak of.

Bit of macabre something

she front me with.

 

Run about as I was.

I am animal at loyal foil.

Fortnight demon 

like she don’t know.

 

Subsequent death throes.

It is midnight so it ride.

Until morning

and they die.

This is love.

A kings ransom for 

consummate tender.

 

Access the garden.

Open to spans of vanity.

Three corners and 

the border march

of the bizarre.

The fringe spill over.

On the portico

the sun strike all sides.

Nightmare part of the whole

notion of romance.

Ideal role play.

 

 

Run

 

The constabulary surround

Ravenswood.

Devils night.

Dress for me once 

in her life.

There is caste lover, 

She will fight for 

me once in hers life.

 

Is disenfranchised burn it.

There are squatters.

West ward inferno.

I’m fast drive Dunbar.

It was scuffle in it.

Mine is contraband.

It take me get a gun.

Shifty bird I know

with her shoulders. 

 

 

Proxy

 

They sycophant.

Do as told.

They throw stones over her.

They war

by proxy take up arms

for she’s demigoddess.

Kill for her.

Intermittent fit of spirit.

One like it every house.

Pretty things for her.

But make for her uncivil.

Thunder afar and lightning bright.

Hail and rain.

Gin up cool to the skin.

On the vista storm warning.

The desperate swept up.

The absent minded undesirable.

Urgent by the day. 

 

 

My stalk raise alarm.

This urban teeming new skin

on the hour.

From the overlook as casual.

Slender man back of her.

Let her tell it scared to death.

What settle her at mine neck.

That end of summer descent.

I’d down the rabbit hole

through winter.

An all a sudden long

suffering succumb.

Keep the light on when black hours.

Matter creep on creep.

I don’t sleep.

Retreat from daylight. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There room for two

and yonder wind.

Tea lights candles

hopes romance.

Correspondence 

swept to sea.

The summer’s end the end of me.

The heart it trouble me.

Set to drown sentiment.

Long suffer succumb.

I propose start where

yours excited.

I’m glad hand this morning.

Yours prone to grandeur.

That shake the house.

Yours leavings is telling.

Said abandon.

And the narrows.

Barter favor for labor.

In keeping with the house.

The mood on the baths

make room mine gallant.  

Best Of Times

The why’s wherefores ‘tween us.

Spread eagle but retreat. 

Overstated between us.

Bit of sage betwixt.

See I am need and want.

Ease it from her like peel it from her.

Some equinox.

Second story standard.

Mine bedside is soothe.

I’m pusher sure.

 

Particular divergent.

Mine hurrah right round.

Mine confederate for such why.

Gold star fond.

Open door burlesque.

Best of times.

Best of times.

 

Ms. Feather mine archetype

Thickset baleful.

I’m bard that unrequited.

Hers affect as sun off glass

reflect cold still.

Expect I’m man to it.

I’m latest and greatest.

Try as I might be socialite.

 

I Milo. One garden to the other.

Find inhumane is thick.

Lo these years fill of it.

Consider it I miss woman’s touch.

Hers mercy is blood.

Find she’s flighty.

Might be I’m Jack in the Box.

Suite of rooms courtyard opossum.

This is love.

 

Level spell, ground level heavy air.

Hers in keeping as thriller

Would over do mine day dream.

True believe like give life.

Coax up hers night clothes

nights supine.

 

 

The Story Of Royal

 

The story of Royal

according to milo.

Official text to

present day.

Always rebellion

this Providence.

High Priest.

High Priestess.

 

The feted and

the fated,

war with Jamaica.

A nest upset Port Royal.

Which Monarch would

fall on his sword?

Through slavery

and invasion.

There back and

forth at court.

 

The sex is likely

matter you and I.

Is nirvana this why.

Make of her Maven.

If at first try again.

 

The space between

us is tightening.

So am I Bedlam.

Same time I’ve been alone.

World afire.

Flying death.

War with Jamaica.

 

 

 

They ford the cliffs

Into the forest.

Struck by fear

into the clutch

of the King’s men.

Ramp up over time.

Mechanized destruction.

The God’s take sides.

The maiden is on high.

They abhor violence.

They that would colonize

and enslave

as manifest.

The feted the villas.

The more ornate

for the conquerors.

She is Queen Mother

and posture at court.

 

 

You Want Me To 

 

Given to wanderlust and

suffer mine hours

the thirst is blood.

Is she size me up.

Right ‘round the cadre.

Gold coasted moment due.

You want me to.

 

Dark matter between us.

Elemental part of yours day.

Mixture fetish well intend.

Then we’re first names.

Some evolve to this.

Bewitcher of men.

Given over second wind.

You want me to. 

 

Flock

 

The Maiden know me.

she talk at me.

Yours ever after.

Is latter hour culture

tantamount demimonde.

 

Throng of them

I fade them all.

Think me all the

more well.

It aint spoke, you

want used to me.

 

What devil her

she need broke of it.

Some comeuppance.

 

Hers mood is thick.

Straight up mine

third eye blind.

 

These hours streets alive.

I am agent extravagant

and that staid given time

is enlightened bird

and halo like mind

flock of raven skinned

thoroughbred.

Mutual ardor bit of rare.

 

I Milo II

 

The feted band

of spinners.

Set in the gardens.

Exotic bird

circle branches.

Say I’m corruptor.

 

From before annex each

a garden and fountain.

I’d ease up but time is short.

She blessed open mind.

Dream it inevitable.

 

I Milo one garden

to the other.

Strut about strange bird.

Dressed as dressed.

Inhumanity these years

fill of it.

Hers mercy is blood.

Bit of need and feeling.

Long as need be common.

I Journal it. 

 

Candelabra

 

She upset the

candelabra.

See the day

hers wonder

of wonders.

Yours come

to sight.

It linger on

the quarter.

I delight in

what chivalry

bring to light.

 

I see yours

heartbeat.

She upset the

candelabra

and met with vigor.

Yours countenance

make whole.

What a bird she was.

And notions.

And notions.

 

Coven

 

Inestimable ardor.

I am trouble rid mirrors

Yours skin caramelized by summer.

The fete of them as heralded.

Ritual on the quad.

All us admire to the death.

Here is coven.

It draw the old guard.

Is hallowed eve when last

we’re in the raw.

 

From was carnival.

Tell her I’m mad hat.

It wholly bind and corrosive.

When sun light dust and flies.

How now consecutive hours.

 

Candlewick is calm.

Not a blessed black bird.

Night and day love.

Is strong drink

I ruminate.

Hers muddy water

such I don’t sleep.

Hers o’er the shoulder favor.

All the casual and masterpiece.

Ideation we are friends.

Mine dream mad exotica.

When is written tell it savage.

Is prophecy, rain and wine.

Sudden tender front and center.

Is back when you have a heart.

 

 

 

 

 

The End

 

I seen it once.

Love.

Some great reveal.

I’m fighting keep up love.

Is for the pyre 

visage hold hands.

 

Is wester wind blow vigor.

Yours whys.

Wherefores.

Find we same and 

sounds of pain.

Been how it’s been

by now we’re friends.

Looks of me I’m no good.

Mine fool come easy.

 

I haven’t favor to extend.

Mine level best to a song.

Disparate what it will.

Is shook how it feel.

Shook and shook

I couldn’t wary a look.

Love is but moment overkill.

The end is grotesque. 

 

Oasis

 

The wine and sunset

some over developed canvas.

Not long this Oasis.

Sweet sorrows prevail.

I’ve ghosted the waterfront.

Sweet sorrows prevail.

I’m but steps immemorial.

I’m savage handed.

Yours breath same time.

Sweets come old times.

Sweet sorrows.

Borne a craving

the game of masters,

hers neck is inviting.

 

Lithe as she is

I’ve delved deep.

The tall ships and

cliff and forest.

Good will in the houses.

Some act in the non-descript.

For the hour beatified.

Fool resilience the

usual un-humble.

 

I suckle salt and sour.

Is areole how she mark me.

There rogue at night.

Men and beast seventeenth

century fiefdom.

Travel roads great evil.

The bought are sold.

Then I’m incarnate.

She clutch me broke the skin.

Sound of tearing or plain

straighten hers spine.

Travails an undesirable,

I Milo.

Disparate as this,

come to the point directly.

 

Force of nature it was.

She put up effort.

Is wine and fancy.

Dowry besides and carriage.

The bard in the villas.

The sex all prophetic.

She’s true to life lest we forget.

She like sex.

 

We’re a sight how it was.

Cast forth put forth a taste love.

Force of nature

three corners.

The freak strike all sides.

Vice on the quarter bed of vipers.

Rake to start then fair of nymph.

Know from first nights

thread bare wear.

She know better than slender man.

 

 

I am not crude

but loosed am I good humor.

She enlightened turn of

century girl child.

Times are we are all roads nuance.

I am supine just now.

She covet mine.

I grant she will and

all the bile with it.

A pistol and strong spirits.

The lot of them nubile.

I feel everything impaled on mine.

She’s martyred.

The sex all prophetic.

She’s true to life

lest we forget.

She like sex.

 

I Milo about thoroughfare.

Above Montrose they flow

Sunnyside.

Catch her Hazel Street.

Crest is Clark Street

stretch of cemetery to Fremont.

There Bulls involved sure as

old school turn of game.

 

They reverie and points west

they’re killing Christians

screaming demon courtyard.

Hung by the neck until dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love not game on me.

I should wish.

Shame on me.

Boots on the ground 

intervention.

Weight of the state to bear.

Grand Archipelago.

Ever present Bogeyman. 

 

Zero Hour

 

They’re limb to limb and betwixt.

Pensive for effect dear heart.

All the fetish in the hood,

it take her mid coitus.

Get so she don’t sleep.

Sex is like the walls is creep.

Zero hour how now.

There frenzy as much for self.

Mine posture is staid.

Cast hers head back

like was ritual.

 

A matter altogether animal.

They’re struck apart

and never the same love.

The man at the dais fete them.

Wake is volcanic.

Mine behavior strange

all accounts.

I’m all that pleasant surprise.

Bird in night dress.

Bedroom eyes.

The wake is ecstatic.

 

Should I presume upon yours.

She spy it cause me pain.

She’s once around the orchestra

and join the martyrs.

Let her tell it all the freak to speak of.

Bit of something

she front me with.

Run about as I was.

I promise nothing, love.

It recede and laughter loyal foil.

Classic dark dime novel fortnight demon.

Like she don’t know.

 

 

A Girl and Her Creep.

 

Smell of wretch Halsted.

The black and the blue light

witching hour meant all charm.

Legged thoroughbred

I trail thine grit.

I’m but best intent.

Your Boogiemonster,

best evidence.

 

Lithe as she is

she pose the hours

I’m about.

None gentle 

but welcome.

She die some 

and hers pride goeth.

The violence quench her.

Sex is violence.

 

 

 

 

Love is plaintive to be sure.

With the filth and the trash.

Sweat and anger.

Ever colder this 

pall roll in sudden.

Legged bird and 

betwixt hers fits

all but call her out.

She know better than slender man.

Taunt her straight up.

 

Tale of an idiot think me so.

Nightmare scenario.

Particular warm February

there spoils macabre.

Finger to hers threadbare garment.

She talk him shoot into mine apartment.

Inner thigh wolven

she welcome black beans and meat.

Bed and table immerse in poetry. 

 

 

 

Was I Done It

 

Is in the wind

the damp of the day.

And still the

smell of pussy.

I deign remember

was I done it.

Bit of drunk on it.

 

Is for hers life

she die thrice.

Think me capable

such careless

leave pussy

on the table.

 

Bunch of Sundays

She faint dead away.

Is ache both ways.

Feign romantic habit

hard to break. 

 

 

The Enlightened

 

The enlightened,

politic of the moment.

Cause me this.

 

Generation freak

to speak of.

That’s what’s up.

 

Enlightened bird

and around her

halo of like minded

flock of raven haired.

Raven skinned

thoroughbred.

 

Legend

 

The house surrounded.

Torchbearer and strong men.

There be mayhem.

There blood in the

name such and such deity.

Patron saint.

Mine love taken to heaven.

Queen Mother speak ill of Bedlam.

Mine bent and broken.

Shrine whence trouble comes.

Melancholy get me up.

Mine lonely powerful.

 

The God’s abhor violence.

Oracle and Holy

men offer naught.

This in dreams

and awake in sweat.

Palpitation.

Preternatural warning.

Sale of humanity.

Some contrarian in the populace.

There is a killing and

legend to follow.

There wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Effigy on the morrow.

Mine presence is violence.

Draw pistols in close space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Already world war

and build up number two.

Choose sides that regard

second class heathen tropic.

All men equal is non-starter.

Vex of prejudice except

open water.

Campaign terror and aggression

Still horror say he’s run through.

Shot.

Tale of caution over woman.

Who pick up his mantle.

I’m hardened man.

 

 

Street noise and so

shuffle closer.

Wine in space.

Provide naan and

death of the sun.

A bed and chairs.

Claw foot tub.

Sink and mirror.

Prop and Playbill.

For long as light.

Colors yellow and red.

It translate as written.

 

Turn of the century matron.

She tear hers silk.

And she’s set upon.

Bit of suckle this why.

How you’re called.

Fetish given life.

So we bedside.

Is masters class.

 

 

They advantage store house

and bath.

They will steal.

They want sex.

Just short annex.

There to sup and

otherwise.

 

Granville house

and their order of the transient.

They toil for food and rest.

That lover every bed.

I am threat Selectmen.

 

I will steal.

I want sex.

The season brusque.

Mine infamy waft over

dormitory.

Said arts is telling.

Advantage wealth

of the Headmaster.

Provisions for a season.

The noble and the villain.

The house and greens

and dress.

Is before annex.

The woods and

climes and

with their lives.

It translate as written.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One

 

It take one and

I’m new man.

Blue light filter

Master Bed.

Your fury that

express by lingual.

I’d landed where

I’d drown or bathe

in the muster your

well intention.

 

This  supine, you’re 

over the shoulder

come hither prone.

Is case of fancy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man Of Fancies

 

A man of fancies.

Mine word say so.

It is well to morph into flame.

There is a bond throughout.

A ballad play out.

 

A case of fancy.

A flatterer and a Gypsy.

Intoxicant melodrama.

To grip of them 

think I’m danger.

Man of fancy 

between the hedges

Blessed enlightened girl child.

While is fresh in mind and

varietal master just now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Garth

 

There blood o’er woman

I Coopt with kisses.

Have I rival.

Half dressed.

Glass of absinthe.

Garth to the lions.

Best believe she’s tickled.

 

I took her striding master bed. 

I’m fine pointed.

Indulge her fuckery.

Small space dead her.

Vex all direction.

There am I strident

faster blade.                                                                                                                                           

I am become Bedlam.
                                                                                                                                                          Mine overture sinister

should you mind. 

 

 

Bloody Things

 

The ugliness has started

and vamp about.

Bloody things

visited upon the house.

Black door distinct.

Exposed brick surround the lift.

She's screaming demon

or sweet nothings.

 

 

Her people Buena Park.

Some unholy war.

Collateral such they triage.

Matters to you

the brooding

and to stir it up,

the speaks and

the sex clubs.

The bluster and a mic.

Upon the plains

preponderance of girl child.

Border states.

It get to mad dash.

Pyre light the miles.

 

Spree

 

Done my time in waiting.

Some legged erstwhile.

At her Pandora wish

more like you.

Appearance of good times.

Regress to corners

suffer in silence.

Into the rabbit hole fitting just so.

Approach her ready stoned.

Think of me latter years

or so the last times.

Missouri border vampire.

Eventual four.

Vagabond root 'bout garments.

Spree then ease off.

Not for nothing am I shouting wind.

I am given to vision.

The vital arts wholly engross

suckle bulbous.

 

 

 

Fortunate talk my way in.

Haughty folk and cocaine.

I'm steady fellow throughout.

Common thread hardcore.

 

When time again I'm like this.

Fit to be tied up.

Progressive, doting lover.

And for effect some ever spoil.

I am bachelor for all intention.

I fuck the hydra thoughtful

swing of limbs.

I sycophant bathe in resin.

The contrary to the

wash of the day.      

 

 

Dear Heart

 

Dear heart you’re fated

mistress.

North by north star.

The fates are man with a plan.

I’m Vice Roy this quarter

fair of nymph.

For me they burn leaves. 

Signal smoke all hallows eve.

 

The east annexed.

South and west developed

stretch of Western avenue.

West as west dear heart.

It run onto the bed.

Is vigor and I’m spent,

Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ruby’s Girls

 

They’re grinders Ruby.

Gaggle them thumbs up.

Suggest common market.

Spread about the parlor.

There posed black bird.

Festival come into the sun. 

Dressed as dressed. 

 

She with chicken jerks.

Plantain. Collard greens.

Noblesse oblige.

She’ll have her intercession

eligible men.

Should parlor 

scene frenzy.

Times are you’d 

have at my neck. 

Advantage this within

inches of my life.

 

 

I am by the by quite lonely. 

The years I chronicle it.

Smell of piss and

cannabis over the room.

Of Gods and monsters. 

Urban legend.

Bedlam big and bold.

Generational reprobate.

The talk then as now.

 

 

W.B.

 

Is year of Bedlam.

She’s bride all said.

Beast of prey surround the estate

and holy men.

They burn it but it stand.

Year of Bedlam ever was.

All the melancholy.

Level best loose her this why.

 

Kingdom cometh,

mine man give warning.

Sekkou say there’s pussy here.

Legged spectacle gather around .

See what they see

handsome devil.

 

Is lonely what get me up.

Sekkou talk me up.

Them at court salute me

quick as shoot me.

Mine robes is Banton.

 

I am first family.

Stink of centuries melancholy.

I am regal as Banton is absolute.

Marshal revolt succession

were it not for death.

 

Now Franco. Since Franco

Black bird verses

Banton Emerald order.

Warring faction old world

occult come alive.

Emerald order gallant.

Lash men and beast alike

seventeenth century fiefdom.

Blood on stone. Blood on robes.

 

These nights absolute.

Some never ending

but for sleep and toil.

The effervescent it

get on yours skin.

Our wherefores.

I am Metropolitan.

Just as imagined

it wrote right.

 

Where I end and you begin.

Loose yourself

in the wash of the linen.

This absolute but for

sleep and toil.

 

You know me as card.

Just as imagined

it wrote right.

Get a hold and

she hold tight.

Hers determine

where I end and you begin.

The effervescent

on yours skin.

Hers trade in machination.

Most noble as sleep and toil.

 

 

 

Savage

 

Days long rain and she’s

fated woman.

I’m for you girl wonder.

 

Mine savage it certain death

Wasn’t so she open her legs.

She’s fated woman

come to it herself.

Days melancholy

stab hers revulsion.

I am not so bad actor.

 

Do her like is life.

She this day won.

She mark me by the neck.

She is fix what ills

is cause and effect.

Force of which

she catch bone.

The violence is all the while

bedside.

When not sure shadows benign.

Prissy bird lead me gallows.

Tidy end for now. 

 

 

There bodies on mine.

Grand salon bit of latter

day deprave.

What fill the black,

shadow man.

 

I am vex like see yours death.

Girls is worldly thorough engrossed.

Pledge hers better half.

Like bird speak well on you.

 

Know from first you’re able.

Coles County bird 

some doings to that.

We equal freak fool as I am love.

I’m creature of habit 

madden season.

Whirlwind lover.

Brood of them sweetheart

cross sword. 

 

Magnolia

 

The romance of the time.

Some morning we rise 

together.

 

She’s good people.

She’s lifted up

in the throes.

She aint had before

to be had.

Feels like R.E.M. sleep

gone mad.

 

There is a force about us

and all effort to escape.

Think with our hearts

than head.

Think with ourselves.

She’s lifted up off the bed

in the throes.

I’d loosed the wind

and the mood.

Something towards

the waterfront.

Been so long. Magnolia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is to throw caution.

We’re stuck in this.

Youth will out.

What has double up by now.

Ever more eager.

We’d be friendly

and other things.

 

The rain is cover.

The air is charged.

There is passion and

become at home.

The romance of the time.

Some morning we rise together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mania

 

I Milo. Take to page.

Tale of an idiot.

Thirst for it

I advantage mine.

Maiden plain spoken.

She’d marry a poet.

The violence quench her  

sex is violent.

 

Bear it for I fulsome.

Turn about wasn’t some sudden

build up.

Spill on silks.

I’m just that villain.

 

Books detail nights as lightning.

Think Babylon.

Red wine and master bed.

Spread eagle 

dire melancholy.

Threadbare wear and candle

bedside table.

Pull at folds.

Mirror besides.

Mania. 

 

Black Bird Royale

 

Black bird royale.

Streets alive.

Bare breasted

And get away driver.

She’ll have it and 

I am agent extravagant.

We are among friends.

 

Could be I chaperone

interchangeable way we are.

Once around the quads.

The riches on the yard mine

dominion of cipher.

I’d take yours lace for keep.

She show piece at court.

Social spaces constant

companion.

 

 

 

 

Stiff chin old boy.

 

Game is afoot.

Tastemaker sure.

I’m in yours head.

I Bedlam or incarnate

as change of times.

Trail thine grit.

She smile through it.

Nary mention polite company.

Twisted stricture get so

mine barb as posture.

I am just now hers pet.

 

She pose the hours

I am in the house.

None gentile but go ‘round

with scoundrel.

Done anything

keep him but treat him well.

Portend wanton woman. 

 

 

 

 

 

Many a fortnight

I’d delved deepest.

She die some and

Pride goeth.

Classic dark o’er

bed of roses.

Mine soul controller.

Kind of grace,

glass of wine and time

when Matron suspect…

 

 

I advantage maiden

plain spoken.

She’d marry a poet.

The violence quench

her evident.

Sex is violent.

Turn about wasn’t sudden

build up.

I’m just the villain.

Master bed spread eagle.

Threadbare wear

and candles besides. G©

  

 

City Rules

 

Keep yours grimace

throughout.

I’d rip it subsequent

silken sleeping gown.

I’d puncture

your hard heart.

 

Your life your

own hands.

She’s ass out but

keep yours grin

throughout.

Was I cause this

and the walls echo love.

  

World On Fire

She never mind caprice.

Old fashioned

upper floor explorer.

Murder room.

Sudden century

ne’er do well.

Consider gentle

giant and further submit. 

 

 

 

Show Me

 

It aint spoke

but understood.

You want used to me.

I’m new blood.

Hers sweater

color of Heather.

Treat me chaperone.

The bowels the vestibule.

Brand her unit

number and strand.

 

All the role play

and fanfare.

You’re shy of

flamboyant.

Had me at yours

ragged panties.

Is to yours experience

or daydream it be so.

Eyes wide shut but yours

tell tale prerogative.

Best light all natural.

Cast it forth.

All the ways entice me

once inside.

Or role that doesn’t require

more than….

It is the moment show me.

 

 

 

 

 

The Pall

 

The pall of the metropolitan.

It’s been years long and

the pall is deep and wide.

It wholly bind. Corrosive.

Half a man lover.

When sun light dust and flies.

How now consecutive hours.

Candlewick is calm.

Not a blessed blackbird. 

The pall night and day.

Great fog madness.

Strong drink to ruminate lover.  

 

So she’d spread eagle. 

Strong arm it.

Escalate state of panic.

Wine make standing tete–a-tete.

Broke hers heart broke her habit.

Muddy waters such I don’t sleep.

So it go or she don’t know me.

 

 

Capture the Flag

 

We’re in the brush.

Violent swath

of campus.

They capture the flag.

Pitch battle.

They go from evening

it go next day.

Hers leavings

the battle field.

hers adversary

change by the day.

 

I bird dog her

when the game’s up.

Eastern bloc

dueling ground.

Sight the quadrangle.

Intrepid explorer.

I am bull on the arena.

Give me raw for keep.

Apt Flesh

 

Pleasantries this night.

Winthrop sex pot.

Apt flesh.

Is dusk our eyes adjust.

Curvative severe.

I say so.

Between hedges they lock doors.

Mine fancy,

frequent back and forth.

Is real just now.

 

We’re by first name.

Ready made heart in it.

You want me to.

Our wherefore is plentiful.

Welcome squire

I am Metropolitan.

 

Eye her enter the den.

Apt flesh.

Measure of tender mercies.

Mine is stab.

 

 

Rake

 

The low buildings.

Indomitable chill at morning

 fog. It is ’16.

The dense of the forest

parse the sun onto campus.

They summer these parts.

Urban legendary

band of nymph.

           

I’m all the upset.

They band together

but succumb.

Don’t so vain a little more

rake at me.

Is blood moon from the day

melancholy deeper here. 

Shiver, horror.

Master bath screaming demon. 

You rake me for score.

 

 

 

Six Corners

 

The cavernous landmark.

Six corners.

She come for me

the venerable theatre

Six corners.

 

The natural lighting

melancholy. 

Lonely spoken awkward

Monologue.

Hang like torch smoke.

The gallery, the wailing

and gnashing.

The shadows is me.

She come hers antipathy

Dead language romantic.

 

 

 

Metropolitan

 

Clutch of girl child.

Diamonds same.

I’m in your court.

I’m link to all things distress.

They’re liable to Bedlam.

We’re break out same time.

There civil to it.

Or brusque.

Is twentieth century

archipelago.

Dressed as dressed

take the mantle

Metropolitan. 

 

 

Black

 

Bemused lack wit

a black period now

twenty years of real life.

 

Before a boy head strong

and curious.

Been days of rain

and drink and smoke.

For real and hoped

I’m stable mate.

 

All intent to it fruitless

and queer by the day.

I awake further tired.

Given to vivid trickery.

Hope for me yet?

I spy

 

Hope spring

eternal suffer.

Matron hers distaste

on the plaza.

The hard sun

baked earth.

Price of pussy

and its works.

Would I presume

upon yours wiles?

I could eat you alive.

 

I spy it for I must.

I spy it for it

must be pain.

Once consumed

I’m alone again.

 

 

 

 

They’re in and

out of brush.

Labyrinthine.

The end is violent.

The in between

hide and go seek.

 

There heartless bastards.

And birds

to the carcass.

Varied weaponry

make macabre.

Ever rugged knives

and sword.

She’s once around

the orchestra

and join the martyrs.

 

 

 

 

Puppet 

 

Your freak out

Of body macabre.

What started sojourn.

Over done it

but done it.

 

Come a day don’t come

love.             

For yours just so.

Yours fixed for

present tension.

Puppet man

mis- convention.

Said nightmare am I

noir to die for.

 

The freak be along directly.

I rise full form.

She front me on the wall.

She staid mine bizarre.

Mine crush full her lungs up.

Was you give up.

 

 

Should the beast his lust.

Let her tell it

all the freak to speak of.

You are talent.

Look well upon you

and is all heart.

 

Bit of ugly something

she front me with.

There’s lechery afoot.

Was you give it up.

I’m shiftless just now.

Is wanton bird hold me.

The freak be along.

 

Shadow Man

 

The avenues and garden.

Blast Master straight away.

I’m your ever after.

I am Top Man I declare it.

Catch her dress up.

See me from the street is scout me.

At our best we’re all everything.

 

Mine game such

where is ivy and high sky.

I am under it.

Weren’t so much romance

but pressed upon.

The ruins is former selves.

What left of the complex

latter hour culture.

Run of house she

willing went labyrinth.

 

 

 

Concern the years ’27 to ’37.

Before and then.

Turn of the century

wind blow where power brokers

certain circle dangerous.

Don’t come out as went in.

Enter the garden.

Standard boutique.

There joy in the house

on account of me.

She alight center of town.

Crowd of fancy.

Nightmare Garden.

 

Is for hers life this why.

There irony you and I.

They come for they come

by and by.

The bed and bedside this why.

Hers best ensemble.

Band of them.  

 

Classic Dark

Many a fortnight

I’d delved deepest.

She die some and

Pride goeth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Classic dark o’er

bed of roses.

Mine soul controller.

She full of grace, and time

when Matron suspect…

 

I advantage maiden.

She’d suffer me, a poet.

The vigor quench

Hers present tension.

Sex is violent.

Wasn’t sudden build up.

I’m just villain.

Threadbare wear

and candles besides.  

 

 

 

 

 

Good Steward

 

Mine weighty sum

muddy water run aground. 

She ceremonial dress.

Inner thigh wolven.

Well settled 

the little room.

The bed and table

and books.

Immerse in poetry. 

 

End game clumsy

and telling.

Turn of century

bogeyman.

Back stairway strange.

I am quoted horror.

Mine overture tight quarters.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heaven

 

I Milo I’ve taken to page.

Pride and posterity.

The fall quite hard.

Constant conflagration.

Grand Tower.

Bottles broken.

Windows.

Sundry creature.

Enlarged heart

since with the drinking.

Tell her I go build a place

in heaven.

 

How so when she’s everywhere

and nowhere?

Some years

and odd years. 

Melancholy long on.

 

Once all things to be envied.

Dream border hallucination.

troubling as man and caravan.

Spook and siren.

Vamp is fixture.

I  Go create a place in Heaven.

 

It is midnight so it go.

Until morning

and they die.

This is love.

My course is terror.

Future liaison some

fortnight back and forth.

A kings ransom for them

consummate tender.

 

Access the garden.

Open to spans of vanity.

Three corners and the march

of the bizarre.

The fringe spill over

from the portico.

The sun strike all sides.

Nightmare part of the whole.

Ideal macabre role play.  

 

 

 

 

Aphrodisiac

 

Mine obsess

and from its depth

is warmth.

What for aphrodisiac?

Wester winds it

sings you’re ready.

 

Present tension

to speak of.

Mine obsess, love.

Stretch of flesh

all the best, love.

All the best. 

A fool and his charm.

Mine tool I am par.

What for aphrodisiac?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flock

 

The Maiden know me.

she talk at me

your ever after

latter hour culture.

Tantamount demimonde.

 

Throng of them

I fade them all.

Think me all the

more well.

It aint spoke, you

want used to me.

 

What devil her

she need broke of it.

 

Her mood is thick.

Straight up third 

eye blind.

 

These hours streets alive.

Is enlightened bird.

Flock of raven skinned

thoroughbred.

Mutual ardor bit of rare.

 

 

Year Of Our Lords

 

She got me fucked up just now.

It take once this once.

She succubus.

A flatterer and gypsy.

To grip of them

I’m tastemaker.

 

Reverence is currency

in the houses.

Drive her over mad.

The circuitry of

western territory

social register.

 

Wend about the houses.

Yonder wind tea 

light candles.

Prone to grandeur, love.

My disparate is

habit form 

I trouble you.

Windswept

 

In the back and forth

was she’d part hers legs.

There’s vigor

in the darkness.

 

I’m but witness the

cool your distress.

Was she’d part hers legs.

Mine is to make immortal.

 

The back and forth.

Familiar as it was.

 

Wind off the dunes.

Her feel of dread that

should we have sex.

In the back and forth

and the windswept. 

 

 

 

 

 

They feted band of spinners.

Set in the gardens.

Exotic bird circle branches.

Say I’m corruptor.

Each residence

a garden and fountain.

I’d ease up but time is short.

She blessed open mind.

Dream it inevitable.

 

I Milo one garden

to the other.

Strut about strange bird.

Dressed as dressed.

Inhumanity these years

fill of it.

Her mercy is blood.

Bit of need and feeling.

Long as need be common.

I Journal it. 

 

 

 

Carrion

 

Blood in hers wine.

Blood on hers dress.

I don’t kiss her last

I was with her.

Hers counsel resilience

Was top dollar.

 

Garden whim suit him.

Regard them carrion.

Summers gone and

latter months darker.

Darker, love.

 

They’ve coupled up.

The romantic at

yours window.

Yours skin caramelized

by chance that summer 
set aside.

Aint been love.

Aint been.

Lest we forget.

 

Candelabra

 

She upset the

candelabra.

See the day

hers wonder

of wonders.

Yours come

to sight.

It linger on

the quarter.

I delight in

what chivalry

bring to light.

 

I see yours

heartbeat.

She upset the

candelabra

and met with vigor.

Yours countenance

make whole.

What a bird she was.