February 26, 2026

February 26, 2026 #1

On all evenings’ sake

A malignance breeds a tree

Arms world breeze pocket

Shaped to metal to sound

Working up would it be

Vague senses vague still

And even with her even

The lighting becomes mostly brash

Reddened cheeks blister orchidly

Tuned steel strings play the worked spine

Temper temper the livened the blithe

Odds still make bliss to black

Exit essence the top lip drowning

He annoys the arms warbling even still

For the sake for the seed for the stable empussed

One trip on all the evenings of our last trembling

A crack breathes and sodomizes its very yawn

February 26, 2026 #2

Oh yes I know

Oh yes oh yes oh yes

I know

Sad sod songs

Wooden spine plates tears tears

On and on on and on and on

A piece pieces in pieces of pieces

Oh yes I know and I know oh yes

Yes yes oh yes oh yes I know

We see and we see you and I seeing

Among leaves and pieces of leaves and leaves of pieces

We are seeing what we see you and I and you and I we see

Among the pieces and leaves and leaves and pieces

Do you not feel the neck of the tree?

February 26, 2026 #3

Lord stand still

I have

No question

To break

My glass clogs

Hear

Each and

Every

Breath

A pear

Threads

The eye of the nail

Between

Tongued

And laked

I saw the dog