La Carne

Tonight the streets are panting plainsong
Money hides in mattress caverns
Aviation dreaming listless-
Days ago in vineyards ripened

In legacy the sun was cultured-
Umbilical and softly ruined
Godless lanterns quiver mischief
A prayer for my father wafting

Absent children cattle starless
Dante vapid in refrain
Some frail messiah’s muffled wingspan
Semi-circled out of body

Tamara Diole: Tentacle

O lay dee tah rah mah jent a lents sigh shun fi- scate ob few air e' shun mih. Gwij lain lee fect per buse ah stance sub phrend. Triks may stum sys ah lah bol hez side oh gyn.

Ampersand

Couplet fingered coma visions open iris inward oven leaking. Woebegone knot logical matter coagulation perpetual digested nameless whereabouts. Officer belated scene arrival-best guesswork hypothesis pigeon innocent talkbox. Kissing dewdrop gurgled funeral plainsong blotch abrasions on the tentacle fattened pedestal lip. A viral calm impending overtook the livid canvas.