Author: G H

seasonal crude flows over the credit we all take

the thing in the room guaranteed, shaping us separate and known

skin flake off tongue looking for wintery steel to merry

birth is on, confidence beaming from a playground puddle to the soil of the last sheet

what was once was never onced, stream of froth from mother mouth

bolting as the second verb, securing a rising floor from the ground

long last tumbles over board member crease the wheel sweetly smelled

from toe to temple, for us only, a fist-sized fire while other sears

task up dirt in the bury of people non history typeface

oh the worm rises to a heaven, imagining arms for us