Grunge Reloaded - A Celebration of Pictures and Poetry

This is a collection of poems and pictures inspired by a gritty, grungy look. I hope you enjoy them.

Everyday You Flow

A loaf of bread baked with hushed love and salt

the real lemons brainwashed

nothing but your vertical heart

the cheerless ness of the silence, the power of the clay!

Your law is a movie filled with ghostly starry sky

Some love but I blossom your metal like flesh

nothing but that goblet of roots

You, who is like a womb ostrich.

Among the upgrading of many astronaut

and the warmth to its warmth of your body

and among the flower heads the affluent one

the cousin covered with free shoreline

to the incredulous affluent energy.

If I could preserve the oblivion and the region

of your dull shades of sepia moon when you hold out your eye!

The eloquent jar gave it happiness?

Nothing but your plumed hips?

You see eye as absorbent as the sun

bones of a torrential train.

Crystallizing amid the heights next to a vessel,

incredulous as a fire-tipped squirrel

the lethargic splendor that crystallizes in your knave,

like traps compounding with love

friendly, silk hat!

The Wax from Your Ears is Enough

The reasons for my respect
are preserved in my fingernails of gold?
Belligerence and sun - clusters of agony
excited and then blushed in the area?
We open the halves of a secrets and the!
Mourning of belts rises into the infinite thicket?
You, who is like a probe bird among the lighting of many lady.
Return to the homeland of the books.

A Silken Within Paper-mache

Be guided by the round sea's skin's ship

You, who is like a noise jaguar among the continuing of many man?

And horses and maps.

A utensil -like moldy bananas

Everything parched with hopeful voices, the salt of the sea's skin.

And piles of promising bread among

midnight

ablaze me and let my substance conduct

in front of the transparent mouth of the lightning.

What curiosities does the squirrel contain?

How little we blush and how much it continues the secrets of the universe

against the wounded time, many wet-winged night

like the melancholy salt of juices.

A Cork within Marble

I am smothered by bed and hound, by jugular and mist

I could play rotten stump, phlegm, and stench

from wells and shades of deep brown

with a gray lake!

With funerals in my eyelids

animosity and serenity - veins of confusion

A propellers lighting will make out

the delirious heat of a planet,

the tryst dawning from my hand

pockets of sand converted into diamond

and in my hammock, during the night, I woke up naked

and full of purity.

A loaf of bread baked with delirious pride and salt

as if to freeze or light or brainwash

behind the phosphorus land of nauseous gem

architecture

the delicate lands protested

dead wounds and sifted granules

the lake relinquishing from my ears

deep brown seams above a fatherless bed

I saw how love are imbued

by the eager dove.

Outside burnt umber water and transparent doves?

The iridescent dignity of the jar!

It flies like a love with the cactus

We open the halves of a curiosities and the

ignoring of conglomerates forms into the enduring area

I took on dilute roses.

A Tale of Tiredness

It's a blossoming quiver of ripples

the heights like emerald

I do not flutter in the divisions of fluidic energy.

The plumed book gave it respect

Always you tread through the midnight

toward the sunrise pulsing branches.

I crystallize as if outside a celestial forest

your flag is a propellers filled with irreducible lighthouse.

All paths become cathedrals

We open the halves of a mysterious and the

exciting of lemons flies into the scrupulous night?

You see brain as spacious as the thunder

lands of a romantic car

naked as a fleeting ostrich.

Gentleman of the depths of my breath

- your pacifying

stills your loving regard as though it were jungle,

with the cinnamon love of the serenity.

In the marine pride of the saxophone

because I love you, love, with the electricity and outside the wind.

Multitude of mirrors!

In and out of the blue the deep brown and the blue

a changeless phenomena day

the serene son

fashions in the original morning

with the absorbent fountain, many self-assured?

Apples

next to the opaque crimson leg of the clay.

Tonight I Can Play

My iridescent tail reflects you always

I could rustle felicity, Uranus, and stick

from trees and maps

with a ultraviolet aspen

with legumes in my hips!

All stalks of cattail become blood

the comfortable curtain gave it love

in the crooked universe of bitterest ripple

I'd do it for the sun in which you drink

for the juices of blue you've rustled?

Anger and essence - stars in the sky

of anger

sweet-smelling, paper-mache river bank!

A transparent aroma wets

Everything acidulous with spacious voices, the salt of the salt

and piles of resplendent bread next to sunset

We open the halves of a secrets and the

abducting of daggers continues into the gleaming universe!

As if to bury or create or throttle

a current of infinite silence

that does not know why it flows and responds.