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Their Acts pt. 1

Their Acts

Irred, on the seign
vocal step a’pages
She figures whence
On the amnients scarce, He ommits power
they silent hidds
morbid skies
She wonders why he can’t be himself again
cushion vidds
common house flies
she moans for other destinies
she returned
herlod citte
her nimblit eyes
folder lights
darker, wades
The calder moit
soaks in vengeance
She had heard things about certain duties.
On cargate wads
the nemn fatulent persist flutes
portray a man rivotè insane
She thought theid like to know
He dects silence
upon her disolute packed out sheer
– the name of shadow
he remnied enqui
her upside down
the passion processed
the anmaked
sordid paces, pauds
he scarcely touched her
together they knew lies’
scadder down limits
out-agin’ waits
no remorse
On amidst the premiss garden
her quits,
on their graves
tirraise, sift
continuant noons
griedly paits
her for what is
they never woke up
timed or new
a’rizen ardue
fear me not
aqwierds caint
the picture proud
their names on nameds
time to make changes,
roared thunds
The fictious found
he knew there was something about that planne
she realized
their part innit
whilst, adds sirfue
the painted skies
they lierd the boat parcid
he knows now of snow, placire
no-one cried

on the enlasts freed
mount serrat,
and whom said they dared believe
you really let her dawn
in avidst cannot’s as she pleased
the envoit chirred
she seeks none, of these, themselves
he courteously paid him visits
while they morduately conned vindicts on nameless stands
He admits nothing,
They know now why he came,
She has to do the talkin’
She thought she was famous,
Parren out the wineds ladden
Paint the morroe chites,
on whites
sandlet, isles
Cry igniatius,
holding the yarn – fenced
amnesia, God upon thy rest
the amade,
I crest
They asked, hideously what’ next,
she remorsed thy taken
for what is
when they don’t wan’t to be there
Her rainmade coat
the raven storms
to condescend,
Upon heights, torn a’pieces
like water on dry back roan
he lends a drop of ocean
for her commitments
on the late nights loose,
she brinks and studders
more of what can’t be,
eased – refrains scarlet read
She didn’t like where they had taken him,
they tired, she feigned death
somniates soundations in rockes, termination
they struck him blind,
the satiate coyotè renmodes, plain
he blows renvites,
of what used to be.
On sentences they parried coyst’s
taken out of thin air

thinned out hoisty naves, pertiantly coined, make haste Sunday’s
on interrate voight
he astounds them, landing

in quates,
hirred chymes, moits
their touch on reality

tacky toads pend,
on their saquid lome
he takes his news clean.

Their ammount’s to nothing,
Foignant licks,
empty pages

They named him unspoken
he caints the pridden guile
of namere they wount have him
he changed
on their measured mindsets
her namesake nift
he forgets
upon their shadloe hirths
he appoints regrets
their new found fortunes
he appages the remnant finds of her outfit
she proves worthy
of then’neds
now there is time
on the leasy outmade grounds
the double-maker
this was the road to hell
their redaged midlich mounds
he say’s in death there is a point to life

when they leave loathliats
nothing that profane
she weathers omniac perfumes
while the storm withers, calm
she says his presence made her,
they said they could hear cryen
in heir dormant scriep
she wain’ts
on timedly dues
they quivvered
all they could

upon which arose the statuate noon
she approved

They leaved him in presence
his senme rieth oute
they could sense a fied
he would move darkness
she would think of way’s to deceive him
run’ned the what did I do to desevre you scene
they were plai’n games no-ne could win
where the lies began,
she thought she had heard things about him
nobody would say
she had changed him
it didn’t look good

On the out’ned wimm
he got to be king
viciate van viot
he knew they made fun of what he didn’t prove to be
she said a poet made her lies easier

he insists on confidence

it does look like she’s relieved, now doesn’t it
now that the liots scied presents
tained shows
it is only beauty
He took,

now that she realized how ugly she was
she couldn’t retribue
her despise
in thus arose her affection for death
It wouldn’ be that fun if she was perfect

her nameless ad hominum coiture
of deceases,
she lies,

this is how the big boys play
when their mothers are away

she would like to be young agin
yet she couldn let them live
ben allown freedoms she hadn
hadn ‘at deeds, dread
paints her misory,
cause he wouldn

now that she knows it’d be a lot easier without these vile,
distressed contaminates
poisoning his mind.

On their quoise
the painted guesses

on the paged moon
a vindict stare
she assists deit

their voints saged
none so there,
thinned aiseillant vode

he ready makes, the introversies kind
their hold on measured might
he takes her hand closedly nayed,
incircuit pull

she acknew what he desired, tenniantly
Their caged-minds wait,
noneage paits
her acclaimed.

No earthly feather foke falder made
their emniate lie enclose
in morbid loat,

she appoints destinies
he regrets time
their maker


On the midstly aches
their sould awoke
in remniate quoirs,
whom scarrots the faint vengeant blue.
On holden skies,

Noeds said,
thein eid.
Enmirths preed
now her moist figurine apon
whence there are no shoes
she approves dainty witts oracle
on mitts
now it is
that they are no more
just like it alway’s was.

They possessed him,
in vast immoral ridicule
he asteemed coincidence

now, she awaits him
on retakes returned,
their nades

they event-changed the all of nothing,

darling wages
phony gets
quiet afternoons
o’nt thin summer haze
Now they know,

on the cyste imposition berefts.
He regressed,
They acclaimed vages.

Adept in-terrestre,
there she goes

vatid climbs,
conentuative laids.
Amniate calls,

grifty looks
,of darkness beyond
the witt’re.

She shared him as someone whom hides,
on thick wicked heeds
wurred afrains
the amakened
the bird flies,

their gatherred oit
of what cannot be.

She speaks to the wind
of none.

On teagues of silent praised
they’re nicked.

she rests,

on her beliefs
his named glory dismayed
the euphemist apology

he takes on her shadow.

He reminds himself of how funny it would be if they all looked the same.
Their animates,
poisoned police.

Inamidst ordules
their ideomatic finds.
Peasant lird.
she’s too kind

found evict lids chaffed,
their lease on lives,
is what he takes
them now for what there is

he regrets to let them,
they didn’t
she creates
the bird caged runne
he has no clothes
they both regret

she awoke in him tensions of blizzard storms
,and pointless
like the devil

their dancing now
wen’sts panic praises
he ensured
gavvot minds
on reality makes
their of what is,

The fratteract loads.
On envoits parre.
She pried authority’s swaint.

Now that she convinced him he didn’t wan’t to be.
Their upfront, he’s changed
he sirred their anom
whilst she,
rigged the set

taken place in her nightmares,
the guitts-ridden thydes,
no-namned idiots break
is where she sirths
He craves more,
thackerred imnates quiet
on their behalfs.
She get’s off

scriffy pakes,
womny applauds,
refty poiggs passionates

lest all be it
on virre,

they ran empty,
and she had to go.

Everything was second hand that day,
and aquaid

this is where they wanted it,
sifty where the drippend belog boad
pause on pitty
makes a shadow grow
like rewinds
of all there was.

He didn’t invite anyone.
This fried her corthy panned hits.
E’an ois’t fadd imn,
he regrets her what they paid for.

They just made the shadow raind.

She relies,

she froze petrified,
whilst he complained how her minced voigthy ‘ands shook,
theid ben like little children without a master.

He thinks little of himself, in’t
this is not what he knows.
the appeased penuate peace
on their behalf
a card

Her vision that of your betrait
on stridden coins
what possessed Him

Her lies weren’t even that pretty.

Now amazze’
her sweet cannots
like infamy.

She said God told her it was no crime – cause He had told her to.

They’nne remniaches
her jealous nature
like casket connes

she is nothing – in her only way
that hwer
ov silent shadows

now they retouched reality’s bitch
a flower finds
fake famine
on her poisture voin.

That guy is wanted.

Now’a-day’s her pontiffe vode
thence a’cliffed
by insolence.

Is an ‘and against the other
you could have told them about their gifts.

He appaints depict
the notion won
of how she had heard things about me.

There better off without me.
Sarrowly a’said

that friend is not someone whom needs you

she ‘ad given in
they stared at him pointlessly
her a’stared, sitherred rewn
pageant polite
Now that he makes
She radicly professed him remnic potions,
they did

He says theid made him scared
only cause it looked good
their together lost, a day grows night
on their pages turned, she outdoes reality

What scavvet claims,
on their visuals.

The what of whom was,


Her eyes melt
on their arrid coasts.
Amassed vindicates.
Her soul wages.
On tanticle paits.

The evic profane.
Their ideomat cairres.

Saddenned by ivert tenvious guides.
He acclaims apologies.
Her tender sullen eid.
What they remade.

She drew danger
he never changed
upon forever insay
the manicly regressed
pure vengeance

In her depths – he will fight God
Caier quiets
their perdulations paired
on virred idder gaeds

she appoints,
their ridicules
faed fenned feigns,
her drury lanes
caffed centennial and biddy
their amokes
like a rock waiven on lands.

On their wuiette afternoons,
her referant piets
he aphids roadliages,
she cares for nowheres.

The women they all knew coams,
verrieds, scavenged dights.
Upon where’s he’d like to remain.
Their rigoured appraise

Shied – lier
which really isn’t
he moaks,
whilst their hold on what’s real to life
scared him, recessantly
he refers, of’re
like the man that quirred the moon.

She says – easy made him look good,

theidde, igniater.
Poignly scarred.

Her affluencies,
named shadoe

like her thorns,
the sciot ye’st
a fallen one.

She moans like a sun drownen.

With the weight of worlds she paids destiny,
the silence hymned
of a thousand stars.

Their amissed,
her frame-set

He points to nowhere,
Her names wadden swick
He covet’s the nisty amorage.
Remorsed, unpresent and alice

The waterred out manic mighed,
and aloosened.
Bait their rigour nouns.
The cailant sign,
of his laudy caiste
her astoned.

Neither idlied scirre,
on their behalfs
he abstains, reliefs

Their abhorrent skimmes,
whence appointed.
In astutes,
,too late

She falloes witherredly
the ones they left without

Tanned the immortal venues
a-quift saintly
Their scarce introductions
ammits skier
He figures timelessness,
whilst their lint moignant fears commune darkness

On nitte theinner liette
ov scared instrue loit,
she amakes stead

On his faistrie conne, the ridder pragge
latter than late the viction proude

On their crivvty saits,
a riggered loon scains
the lack of loneliness

He was once innocent and blue,
their awaitancies unpresenet.
His faith wackled in swarmy chrum.
The tepid skies fall,
she roans haileantly and wild
a mistre praids there soit.

Scarier pries roamned,
the waitier liest
a proud stadder cheered amdiest
Their recourse stoirrey predst atone
a simner,
vocate deemed.

Their hastier revvered loints, carddrie
poise partenne.

Their readies lait, she arrieds poignley and scarce
the last remedies fault,
in somersault.

She prevents him from sunray’,
thy fallen upon her cark,
their revvte loisure marth.
‘On prettier paids she lingers
an’te auld song soudden
of their recourse denial in an hightenned sentce. The rigour,
pace a foan
to prosper
semper fi.
On the casscride lonne he sees,
when droppen in mirrors.
She weighs him mightier than angels arch,
their soittre march
his invict reci.

On mirroe sorts, a thienme,
he wakes in mourn’

The vierreant stiir,
a paisrre omte signs
she waivves darker upon himne.

The nidbreak softens,
on vairrey scoddes,
she makes an eye.

Laeccte aeniumn raest,
thinner now the clouds
his evoit rence peeds on memned elden scorn’

She middst the glorious clearing dew’n droppe,
the cairrden scold waighes,
on instip roalle.
The tides turn,

Thoggerd found him sounder h’tan thun,
lux pactes raemne cloirres,
she mixts.

On their raeccre wiedsts made
oh sorvue trife.
Ordulate winds malden their gates,
on vixxts qoirre paette she moigns
the birds are gone when He is not there.

Thaemne laertte coits, scimne poas
their lieks radier antè,
on valid stoods their pasts,
retain no sense.
It’s pictured then in history
of their maiks
the villed roanrier caists paidde off
he notes none,
she withers.

He roddens their foanme coists,
their intsteap loivvey casts in flamey mists
the sulphue scissts,
she roarred in infamy her pasts.
Of these whom honoured to betray.
Their viend and voe,
apisscre loint.
Her magi loot,
in piets of ronne.
She connnotes vengeance.

Contend yestre lorray, their paiscle voints
on these fields famline.

Fadden thei lasts, relierre sconned
on pity
The vainglory stremne,
cavrier skigge
On vaidst loire
The miek stredde lux aeternum,
a’chirre the voisstre
lamney roth, scadde

On stire limnes vock, their

On the rifte noon breeze,
an Saer,

the sulphur raivves a miedst in the land of the second sun,
She quiddes the raireant scridde scryphe.

The gazy blenne of red mists
A pieds, a pardon high
to someone he admires.

The roamned tieds a coiveantcie,
on an albrunne stried
they fall not in vremnes
for the reccte, rovstre
His voice appeased – He speaks to Him once again.

On simney loirre apliet lasse, the lasser sakes
,a soirley strenne is passed
She cracks in cheers,
he noticed her riesttre,
On saelig roadden praeiscle
the pontiffe paisle scaddes in her clouds, their memories shame
on vesstire,
this founds ashey rests on brieds
a scailoe paile island

their rince,
On stodden lairs their silent retribue,
a whinned,
She cardens lavette sunnes.

On twice blessed, ruence,
their twigged srone paisce.
A take on viedstier new found, this mindeage moitte.

A rithscre, saddened by instant regrets
she points to the now’ned.
On victs froud liaisions lenne,
their vaillie brenne
A redne raiccre,

The cairrie stronne pyre miedst,
on neet sawen.
She met her waister stand qritte
a cry called ‘naven

Their riesce poidden laet,
on skillet coids
a radical relovue.

Their ides rourrie praet,
she praids.
On their mounds a vlith lithurgies,
her cradde.
The wark maloe she had caused,
A filthier foon.

The eissle caids on foney sitches,
she breaks with dawn,
their wailltrie
sonrise coirrthe
a miesscre.

She wadens on waltroe myres
the pascide prose
In mitigate roadley stavven
she pairoes pliet.
He annotes ratts.

Their myade’s soak’ne schied
a laittre fendse
their moarrey stoak signs

She wittes their proary soars
in dark they rise
thenne miedst raivvrie scorth
aniedst loars.
When his euphany adrifts – He hates himself.

Their sloe roarths pannick,
on mailden moasts
her mifty scoanne stardens
the riesstle

Ticker noe’nse loarthe
vidstrie proad
on miekst malden moasts
Her namne grace
her nicktie stace
the waiten,
On vaillrie paists
She moats him enviously,
their maissle beats
raiddne coasccre broats,
on milky mountains.

Dreeps the mourning red,
coascled in dewn.
Alired now their caistre vindicte lucne.

On mourden miests
He is much like him,
Stidde, revvty and miek

She anmade wissles sort,
on their maiste reuve,
her aches
that ov virth
in mielow maisscre.

On their raldroe stande,
she parroeds maivse
her vouts go to him they do no speak ov.

In their shadow gliers
a modest rint
their laisle roasts.

Her paiddle stonne rescurre priet
their not of her that innocence
in their raiffre clodset loairre
a niestce pairle

she caudse of what in her guise,
an infamy orduel
of what their let’s
in rieddstre pairre
amnies saloe redde on soils
beyond bestroe bloan their chaiggs,
he retrivues relief.
Of their acclaims a sulvvier grief,
on thein toint lestigue roaddes.

Her makes their marden in polite,
their doubts that of a bed in infamy.

She saddens now on their aports,
the ones whom shewn her faces,
the starker liessce had grown astort.
To miests upton their wairden.

On what they noarred,
a’whyte sailde.
The cissqurre loisstre
abstrie her bloatant desires.

She eased now on her tedious teit,
the admisstre lov’ve
that all her lust their sullen inne a’vonts to append,

On scardenne loissts she pardons seit’
their wadden stimney coasts.

She witts now gratulates on rieddstre stones,
the maken of what was not.

‘nte tides waille with firl their coists
‘that widenned loats yarm,

It’s what her want’s their accustial loyalties where flamne,
by her retriggered irds.
She staddes on wailliec resid due.
The mardrum he had cailled.

She waisstes now their myddstrie pasts,
on lythe rimney shade,
of what they took of her is not
the lorne she once contreyed.

On masquidde scoddes their feet,
the miquidde lidstrie shone
he chairs their palude poists
on mievvre lakes in snow,
wyccred now’n on reye
the paivour priekst.
On greymoan maildrien strokes
she lies to herself.

Ovte coarrtre simnes,
the snake whizzle s’ro
she tidies laittre coalvie sabt.
To recurre on vaisle rumne.

Their needs whence scatte,
on sirdloe rants
a wieckstre.

The moistle meld a thistle ‘praire
on her corvue laffes
She longs now for in what that was,
the mourning never grows.

On their steep caliote raigns,
a prophet strainds in vision,
of all that He makes.
On midstirre maint
she foams,
the rigte lairlumne ream,
on theidden stoptes crimne
their vaists,
coloured in diste.

The maloe requisse lisce.
She rittures,
his moud millets
on their amstirre grennes.
Their criet, lusty roasscre

She rants, whilst he breaks
for the sun that never comes.

The loarney quaids pallets coir
whilst somnabulant stimne.
Scoats verdicts parre
thinner now his intone

She proves ridicule scaidde.
On their chomre starre,
– a mistre!

Their now on her mind,
thein instrie shallow.
On moast mistie maiccte.
Their rigours confie,
on residue.

The invite cohesed
on their lost in time,
an instrued disaster.

They cove on lirred fingers bloat,
the cold they had last winter.
Who’s immersed in cloth,
their vistige proud
an ortal moat

On their confound pace
a land of ease
the prettier rieks
puzzled now in good faith
their violet skies
ponder midst higher heavens

on the third age,
their might-sayer blidde
to an instrue
of the linde,
of the beloed waters
of the immoral heights.

The day’s avice cloirre
on pinctes vasquid loints
they borroe eachother.

Avoe recoulle so dark
on their paid reftes
a cloud,
limnes remourse.

On their scairoe liddes,
a pontiac
loint and vaste.

Their pardid puzzled an inte
on skiroe fridde
her wailden,
carried guille.

The christre poidds,
upon testimonies
their lorid scales

on widenned remnaid scoats,
a fleet glint,
horizons two
none skirred the images blue
in sairn,
a wind cries reloe

Never – now, amends gante
to astinned lemure scairns
of their saturations,
on the moint malden mists
of our feather insist,
a stiegrain, paldens pried.

He wairs now of what there is,
the lorne, the madden’d eyes,
their stairre pasquid love
in his betrait.

On choarn lasts pinctures,
and the relics she displayed.
Their vairn plieds pardon
on his young mind,
to abste reliet, roamns and roarey skrieg
on thine empty sadden lives.

She makes wind now for his refrains,
on their naked touch, a-salt
the miek fallen cannot inform
of master mirth and malloe.

On the cascade mounds,
a second avoid
these thenne their good fates.
He packenned then for worse,
than shadow over rain.

Scort now dirray – and daydream sweet,
of the calote waives
in milloes mairre

The voices within, of him he’d lie to himself
to a vatrice coivve
she castend worries

He lowers thenne their mighty lynne,
of shards rescembled broken glass
the images that made her thim,
an screr leasts appraise the pacte,
of their now in lasts
a pidde.

Skenned they did in lasts remorse
to postponed deets,
of what latter regrets their fate
thinner now in threads
as mackerred in an imstrie soign
the red sun burns a’soire
to an eiccre loasce,
their ipten loasts
a pont, due sakes
their riptey stakes.

Shirre noan paet,
on vaild,
what irdloe wirds wyrrned their viesscre
of panter and possess.

Hirr, no’en ailier scodde
thairn, on vidstrie scidde
their the narden nailie roe
of a nidtie midst their fleaks

she scairds now of the signs three
wimned in eloe,

first the whirlwind bloan our wipe,
then the bloarn muffs
a third and age the windloe pasts
a crowbird carcass brint
in scardlum sailiar stante their prisk
her vain, tanned veet.

Virth, leer on drier crast,
the middleman,
an ostrie somneambulant coisce retains
the inmade scirre

on her andes lirm, shoe’d
the ricout ramnification
she paids

the clinge rairea,
on width,
her poiley racces roat scoam
the touchy fleers of midnay

a mirth palloed caint
the wicker pasille
of an empty head.

The skoat rairdrum caisccles
on radical rittes,
winched the rainbow claist

she marroes faint the covvet clouds
on riesce found fair,
Neuen-noen, nowed
prait the proud
ciskette the ware

On their pliet scatty minds
a vocate reliance
he dishonoured grace

Their weak tarden wint
makes an ardrier patron
he could not afford them
the strair passion povve,
glears strandy soap
on wielo heights.

The liek narroed gait
she amns the sorrow in his eyes
the fairth,
on he is not one

you’d tell them no tales of the gone
in herrant score
his love is hate

Where the radical trease, poigns
on midstrie,
he beats the nardrie loase

she notes in vaiddle roath
that he was there with them

The noak wailds a pinty pardon
her niesty ward,
caisscle roat
the abandoned family

on smirrey limnes
her ivvate raisstre
she taunts.

her mascille midst their avvid scorts
a vickar prieds her prain
on mastide loarry skimne,
the riad strear
to Amisade.

-m. pryce

Poems: “Thine eyes one me”

thine eyes on me
-m. pryce

take 1.
visualite vengeance
tennant vast and wasted

thinnage taint
teaser aches

the vineyard make
silence breaks
boys ate time again

the near risky wind shake
pardonage paint

the rimmed frosty beckonned ground
foot famine
faint lamps lit

rigid and proud

the vile wildly winter’s take
nothing and all
in a cascade cloud’s coamed
the imminent stair
point’s far ahead of me

the close-inn threshold prayer
prophetic insights to forlorn lands
a property of thieves
the alligned cohersion grief

glimpses lapse upon her
as she derives there of
the accused mother

a reactionary proscribes whites
to an adjusted zombie
no-one can be anymore

the naked man couldn’t figure out if raindrops are blue
while the contaminated men of cloth
spinned brown circles

the touch of weight
swollen tastes
ready-made instant

vain-glory vessels
red loaning
the immaterial gazette

assured ghosts prospect reality
hunters of ode

the one was beauty

the natural animal would like us to all create something he could not
when fanned insiders reveil it’s all and about the
nothing of god

the curious ones think presence

whence maniacs can’t understand evil
the informal infamy
is like sugar canes
sulky sift

and borrowed

most of us didn’t wan’t to believe anything they said
while the ignorant swayer

a silent remark of the inevitable
consumes an worm
the break of distance
foams famine

an allured guess
on animousity
paid the ones whom bate

he didn’t win a caged

she likes to lie to herself

an angel found his price the evident
why ruin ourselves
on ash

star-wined punctuality peaks
the lonely one cries
nothing is ever gonna be the same again

a voucher fair
minds cowardice amongst clowns

no-one overshadowed
by guilt

the reliant caffein
why is a quack
welding machine

meek the merrier
casuality coam
nearly honest

filed insolence
(regrets not to be next in line)
the supposed enactment immortality
an ease

mortality – what a colonial waste of time

while the weepin’ spirits cairned cries calm
an envoy warned their will
they cannot manifest in me

immer zeit – a fate fanny
the process thicker
and in disguise

a displeased denial
leads to loneliness
while the residue ashamed think they know everything
life is pain

her faith was strong enough
to be admired
veiled weld
the life-ticket kind

we’d share her sunsets

then maybe he would forget her for a few years
breaking the distance

she’d look-light
at him
and smile
time had been plenty on him

the confiant kind
on solitude

my life for you

reading the blind
hidden the beast
tended the one they couldn’t bind

bidbed basin
foam father
the finest

you run away from them that’s why

give or take tosser
framed indeeds
the in vane fero-lense innocently
tributes paid

leniant affectionado
reality associate

supposin’ the sky weren’t always blue
declinate customary sunrays
the bleak moments shared
she knew he liked her

maybe too much this time
freakish consumptious panicked resorts
gapin’ evidently at the same mound

they couldn’t live in fiction anymore

she is dead yet he still speaks on television
the hommes veritable bohemian
case closed

she’d chosen freedom
wherein weave weight
manned intricately
the timeless shadow

derelict violent symposial
furry fanny

feign family
the resort in quakes

you on the red corner

a misty vase
splint-devine hiss
the time it took to tie your shoes

in a fake manner
the abstained insult of command
mistaken for paradise

she knew he was a freak that’s why she loved him

beady eyed
in growth
the imposed cynic shed’s a tear

wallowing saturday’s
passion pleased
maniac bozo’s profile

see is only when you’re worth nothing time goes easy on you
you gotta narrow the street
build new sits
cane the sugar clift

cushion the leafy afternoons

the dude said he wanted to paint her
while she knew he was dreaming about her
that was sufficient

na zdrovje.

bleed collared souped

the frantic liar’s pavement
nothing could ever be the same

again she moans, we saw better days
vending the horizon

the impended allusive betrayed
the mirror man was back, making changes
amor dei penitus

they demanded an retainer, one whom knew everything there was

the sherade soon, paved our roads then
we had to lie
only to get by

dream on blue
the violet man
pinned her attitude

fret chase
fine phantom
filed filler

fruit fashion

fathered fate the frivolous header
laid limits
the fantasy made us

in a posed environment
any move whatsoever
out of order


beating the strait road swain
satin wades
pyre sweep
come-on each
tiller maker

frenetic fresh
ferret fish
the famine feather

the animal man is appearant
wildly introduced
she’d beat the beast

in him there wouldn’t wan’t to be

cured the synthetic minds of imagination
while sentimentalists confirmed their guilt
and regretted

the pictured poise
fell-on her


a prioritized proud
on what they made her

watered withered
winter white
boy wanna make snow-men

they made complaints again
the whitened wake
a pave road rather

remnants passed

summit in the air
the virtual surfaced panic
anything goes

on the last threshold of humanity
is what they didn’t do, no
none-the-less shakes
the distressed out of touch

he said who makes nature rot
while present
they ceased to exist

he said she cannot regret never to have been
when the other ones are
nothing without her

she had taken upon her his very soul
ridden life-sakes tragedies
the manicly outspoken
a vile relief
timed eases
chimed seizes
the grifter peek

blood red skies,
the angel cries
his eyes turned black

of what little they’d know
he could lease innocence
upon all of mankind
whence only the pure of heart
knew she’d never died

you may not represent what he makes to vanish

his tears made her salt
the vicar lane

she told them she had seen him before

the meeker make
he fled

they were partners in crime

accept him as part of nature

horror-shopped shaped

she thought he could remake reality

referred to in sanctimony
the affectionate
he arose

tied shoes Sunday
no church
the faint release of beauty

she knew once he had cherished life

a ready made maddened modularity
the naked touch
leased morality acts on a perfect pair

never steal from a thief

chasse chase cheer
radiant noon
a processed life

the moments you desirèd

he realized she has the mind of a little child
and that he was scared of beauty

misty eyes

vaguely there she moans
what happened to time

the appearant all of what is
made nuissance
is what she looks upon
they had
and nothing

appease the profane limits of inner peace
tame the beast in man
of existance
to release

the being within is

the infamy is of choice
scarcely guised

then a notion of fly
points empty
the hand that feeds

in the end you’d realize you’re one of them

she was there in the three of one
whom shall make

the man whom had found what is
couldn’t be

descendance 1987
saltier liffant loam
in her pages she digs for deniance
while he looks for a way out of reality

he commands the dead clouds now
shadow bird
never and always there
they shook-took-awakenned
an role
while he sensed she was no more than the rest
she couldn’t return him love

managed yourself
in deniance
this pathetic eupherial punishment
of someone you thought you owed

carriages pry
the kiss of flame
whilst she likes the sense of feel

touches a wing
without clothes
drip drained vestige
the chipped flies
she faints
moaning reason

his fear of fiction
in her perfect mind she thinks he likes her spying on him

in the cry of a second
voiced anchor

she recesses the notion all the lad was — for her
of her own guilty pose
now she knows he lied to her — out of disgust
leases on lieges
whom thought she own time

clandestine you
the father of woman
fates pride
upon the river-man
lirred lints
her sense of pride

fiery feast feather folds
the finest foam
invictionate loam
litter-acts dames
raved panette poise

he says his soul is yours

proved priorities
the vane-leap
third moon

in a criers dictionary
the man without words
has sowed vestige

tennants lease
a moonache mother
performs destiny

the murderous met of tides
claimed her

cite vengeant star of orion
wheat weather
water soam

letter seize

it’s too short what makes forever

he wades the desert
like someone trying to outwit the infinite
never there

she tells them a story of the perfect mind
and the time he lost his innocence

she knows that vanity is insane
figurines appear to him in clouds she paints
and the minty mantle makes

she knows to him its absolute dark

the birdman
tricked mother earth

watered out reasonate
the mounds perforated
she thought she was nice
shenned the patriarch
whom thought he owned these lands

she realized she got excited stealen his talents
looking away in stairs
the painted man sings
to adfer the situated none

refrains permanencies
valued taken
interfered referent
guised gentile and there
only, me

the manicly possessed
infamy dress
red paints blue they say
where there is no shade

now that it is too late she thinks she can forgive God
the one that makes
has no concerns
he wicked
the figger-boy
prettier than most

the virtue paints pain
in fractions of distance
a memory maid
freaks out gently
the wind talks
while perforated damned rely on her music
the blind man finds a way out

she was ready-made then

they had to

these at-times mother-loathing imminent chases
a picture-boy wines easily into the night
the reason he did what he knew

none other – the less – why bother
silence to the name
breaking relieved sand
the pastry pose
saturated indicative
presence the wirred
sentences proud
an honest thief

while the paved horizon bleeds
a remarked few
to the arise

the clown spat at your face
an lean dirty mess
cynicly processed fenced
birdcage fanity fake

she knew she had lied to herself

while her dress tained
between counteract piots
the rain makes narrow
she counts

angel fire
the fumigated wind
fathomes at-it’s
her mind is not there

a viscous skull-poise
fathers sails
she blows a torch
upon wallowing waves

the rainmaker had a laugh
and an ugly bitch’s feeling of superiority
maids man-made’s facitious claim of right
her despise of bodies

the bleak momentual night
freight chaffy canterate
the limit-lights

pointy virtual mythic figures
county fret
a poise pardon
vindicate vire

wild incisive attendancies in time
the immaterial victionate
a process loon

he paints a window
and mourns
the shadow of man
taken on it’s own

the accute witherred afternoon
doubts him
another shift in pace

voeing the instituent catteract
a politely doubted menace

the proudly ammused
renned occasions on illusions might
disolute crimen chards
a little off-hand shiek
proaning lines-on traffic

they thought privately insane again
while the affectionate recess praises
a rain-dance ceremony
the favoured-drops are the best

inner-ate panick
a mildly accessed time-lock
while the remained-safe
bought new keys

they say he has a friend in there somewhere

the fiction face rerained
another man cares
he realized he was played

the faint memory heights
father fiction
praised him high

notorious villains named insults
on the processed mind
where upon nothing
makes the all

on astood the remnancies of time

a mythic mist paves
the craven empty loads


raffinates wildly
the invites effect
he makes of what is

ignite virtue
parr positions
winter takes

this one time-favour
upon clouds

the fleedy flute fashion
too many years have past
in shadow of graves
he arranged
the fire on mountains

the defiled innocent

Is whom is
the remake reality
naked in the sand

in a misty height’s wind
the narrow gate
he preferred shadow

rocks the foundation
eulogies latter sakes
the remake
panick stricken
envolute appease

in this void lifter climbs
make wind

their reliancies on sakes
rescemble snow
daintly quivverred
previously outrun

he remembers all that he once was
the retained insult on man

perfect only in sin

the resort plead
vague supposed antagony

on the steery footsteps night
he cafters moldy looks
by far
in what cannot be

he passes times only to begin
where others failed
maintains the fallacy
in regrets
picks vainglory
to proposed futures

the one they promised

taken upon him the mask of God

take 2.

annoint the leavage
accert voign

the act depends on what to rely on
the paused

Newance this one of all
Her retained refrains
he cares fore her

Signs before them,
the anute ghastly saphogent
on widenned lait
he mainly likes them,
for that,
which is the all of noes

variently coit
quit the fadder
rain drops easily on his shoes

she nighed him, again
for his love of regret

This rational impune fertulent loner
cadent licks
the lampshade

on the winnow,
morrow breaks
she let’s him know she’s his mate

she makes a natural pause
plied politely
nothing there

he resigns
there was none there for him
sure they had a feast

she aspires to think she is more than what she is
he laughs
she thinks of him
overshadowen his petulant stier
none’s there to admire her

in affluent steep,
the moistly munned

She said she is sorry she told him how to love

seduced unto seclusion
racket riddance
they always wanted freedom, too

he told her he took her for a muse


Some of us cared

the poignant lease
she longs for the ocean

of which she panned,
the curtains blue

tell the one that reigns for us
to appear just before them
and we shall share
of what they gave us,

who said the one you made all that i could seer
more than is
he shook reality rats
on their dirty hands
to favour a beast
nothing could please

He said,
you shun like the sun

now that they know
the reality remake
without one

on their certainties
a caffein cloud
the laugh is easy on them
cause they know they think their better

in case you cared too much
you never shoed
their voignant lizard tails
crawling on your shadows
in the make ready-haste pasture fleedom
he craved, an insult on mankind
she approved

he said they admonished repent
on God’s clothes

She assured them things described hadn’t taken place
while warned the others
this couldn’t stand

now that they know she forgot telling him she’d be’n young once, too

In the fiery mists
of camone
her pious grown

like latencies of derelict figurines
he informs
of none

take 3.

the safer sides
her euphemies
her oustood rooly rigeur
voignantly acclaimed in solitude

reomnient regrets
she knew her nature, not
like what it should be like
he likes her for what she is not

he craves

They raddied-on a remake reliancies
on her aligned deterrance
she, her, that what
a too much-a-made-on desired
entire lives
vanished readily
to verified facts
he persuades them in lies
described eternity
as it wakes

now she thinks she owns him
he constrains evidently an all
she perrades
he fumbles her outside

the sifterred noon appologies
they couldn’t stand
what they were in for

he paints blue
she regrets she ever met him
they abstained life
he softenned
she contains dark

rain reasons

sometimes they think little of him
they, that-what to be

interred in a centennial referance
of tidely residues
he thinks of privileges he took

now drips neutonic apples on paradise square

on the faint and erred

aches rationale
stolen artificialities

the grown lie

one is easy
two is told
three is preachy
four is fold
five is piece
six is pence
never there
eight on plate
nine too late
ten a pace
eleven a sage
a lady
thirteen’th step

please turn the table,
on-all sides scent’s
reproached reasons

then’t on-len’t
the paigace loon let’s
where beget’s
an eaux-rationalè

she let’s them know their captured in computers
compaired complete
lost, on-touch

now that is
he escaped the refugèe she proposed
on nothingness

he appoints bad
she makes her shoes glitter
he is sorry there were things they didn’t tell him
so what sulky swool’on mentality
make them more

she cairds the theatre tribune
whilst abstinate whiffs of raindrops
sugared signs
to the menace road — repaved
her flatulent smile an ease
on trouble

they shaped out of nothing
all there is

take 4.

allowen too much freedom
he craves the slumber he once knew
not expected to perform

on the

affinately done
the outmakenned

he sensed he had let the down, knowingly
to raise pride

He controlled them lightly
this time

the all reliant
on pages of illusion
caned insolence

her name he had forgotten
the affectionate he concludes

on the sifty latter lead
he swaddenned senses

she thought she could do this for him
and that it would please him
to know she is watching

anything that makes status holy
berefts them of sanity
while the ones that vane with strides
colour indifference
she visits

arise! arise!
the fervent soak
the sweeter lies
in nature

she refutes ignate chale
he likes not to know
she makes him look easy on life

wildly posses her noignly suit
in caves
he pertains an image of himself
she a’written noaks
while the triggered hatred on her behalf
sullen into yeast
now he is not
she realised a smile was not too much

now that you are
will be what was
never again

she told him he could never be enough
he files her accompanied as displease
what she performs unwanted
her nature uncandid viest
the warrow-downed owner’s delay


ickerred stuck on rhymes
within that amassed sanctuary step
he fakes his own death
beguiled only of their legitimacies

she cares for rumours
he makes him
they think is not what it used to be

she states difference
and relies on someone stronger
while the rest run away

illude the vindicte
the veritable affect-effectuation
they had something to hide

taken of what can be
she is
always late

now that windy nate was painted blue
the hasty litterace lament
outdoes infamy

she points at the moon
he knows she’s not there
they counted on you

fret the friars let
lease the litterate lie
stommach a versations chimmed route
to intolled
denial in friends
the ones whom thought they were

she assured them of safety
that was all she could do
they’d soon outgrew her
into all she had
her grace
her garret face
her frauntic admiration’s pid
her hunger games

they locked the doors
on him, her sorrow — the one she failed to realize

he looked for her while she thought he was chasing some sort of value in life
he realized they couldn’t forgive
now he takes a no-names
the flutes blue
passage in rites
pillowed pieces of reamy crust
in a paged angelic deathwish
she wished she hadn’t met him

she is the one whom favoured God
in their challenge
he makes

he needs to know he knew things thoroughly
or just was their disguise
their excuse
for shame
in etherrant abstience

Now that he knows
They learn faster

Stipient reaptives
he acknowledges facts

they found him dishonest
only when they knew he liked them
she never paid him any compliments

their heightenned senses
of denial
refugees all aspired
in the unknown

He said he knew you can’t rely on every single word that flies by

She said she thinks they accused him of a paradise
that would be there without him
that, and-on easy to blame

who cares
therein the land of plenty
he set’s for the land of no suns

enclosed recess
whied cheftious remedies

their names are still there
sullenly spoken
on her skies

retains the song in his head
blatently assured
of what we share

they look at stars
while his prophanity aches
processes moint
on the factual thesis in time
her love was not

he sheds a tear.
for her he’d represent everything
he want’s an excuse-position

on the all of what,
they only had time for this
she think’s she’s pretty thinking that plunk gave him a lifetime

she gave him an ease of tension
life is only what is
awaken now what can be
they let him love

he caffots the priad praise
they look like their up to something

some come of no good,
he retains evidence
she let’s him lie

once above all, their worst fears
what she on him,
they only missed him when he was gone
he knows he had realized how easy it was, only to do it again

she knew she is what he wan’ts

they asked how

no more than what lies ahead

she liked getting them to lie for her

On the amissed role of referancies
he takes passion in pride
looked after
they made him what he is

she could get away blamen God

Now, what
readily lasts

for vindications
Sarrow the outblued
of what she would like take place

here you go a little piece of the all of existancies
to a clift

take 5.

the wifty slid
on rather rakes
stolen heresay
mifty mitts

he said your expectations lowered

the foignly paved panic
closed their doors
on him there was rebellion

dirred chast
livver lanes

he applied easily on her betrait
flies scarrowen the pictures
on his
greedy lines

the shifty breeze on-let
he thinks he’s more than him

arrid mortality awes
what strangers let
the appeased sensation on voiced
he referred to death
only newer
for sit down pause
scarred rigged lit lord

this is not where he wan’ts to be
they think it’d be easier on him if they lied
she said she didn’t know any sweet ones
he just shook his head
the ruder tainty leaks
malder mates
pushed pills

taint the retribue a’leased
where there are none
he cares to excist
without names

he is in remake reality now
piously prominent
Her naked body

whence sciot panned
the oignty rate
her convinced humour

she shadden’ned nifty break
on ifter flakes
he points to nowhere

she thinks she’s treasured
they wan’t her removed

only by occasion

he chassed soil abhorrantly
each silent step the approach
of an hold
on repute
he preferred coined insults
mafty chique
to estranged lands

wherein theilled absolutes
figuren vyat’s nifty gazettes
the improper
denial of her time

this on-time sharred

now that he knows she did not make him too much
he fell on the appeased
plied contennant

he had to let her know who he was

the accused
coherencies on all that is lost

he says he did not overshadow
her grace
like blind men in caves


the pie
putrid licks

on what he reffered to as guise
she looks more than what she thinks
he regrets shadow
the retribue narrowed

he says she makes life look easy

the remnancies begone
on a smoke screen violette
the painter aches for release
his piot praised
neither land
contains ciet
he loans emptiness for regret
she doesn’t wan’t to die alone


he knows there is nothing after

their preachy ‘bout’s abode
she makes him

taken preferencies
reality makes
it leased upon him hatred
to-on afters
he craves action
she mounds mint
the flare of cirquois pages paints
a refugeè riots raven
word is what they all know
is what they shouldn’t
and nuise

he figures the pyriad skim

why he knows the boy thought these stories were based on actual events
she moans,
his presence tires her
what can she make him doe

he reasons rational
the enviotly scared
don’t paint the skies blue out of thin air

while impiously estranged
the luddy lakes

he thinks they’re catchy
achen for leases on all-time
shatterred sunsets

he knows he’s sorry his not of stature
this earned new faire

on their minds
a renome,
she was too good for them

the latter lake
saddenned by cause
He remakes nature a piece of paper
finds them there
up high and mighty
prominent’s of their days


what is of their that which-in the legend of loans
a foundation

he cannot fear

he realized he hadn’t,
what’s and whies
whence maddened
he fails,
on descency
the word is all mouth
she makes it easy a lie of what’s commonly known
the one that is,

out there he is sorry inevit,
neglect needless
all show and take

this is of what could be in uter
and free

In destined,
he knows
they like a sense of theater on us,

pure entertainment

he astounds her courteously
litany ticket lads,
she was an art of being treasure
to him,
what he makes
panick stricken
by the en-joined gallery
he fakes
her naked poise
she deems
what is her only

he regret’s he never knew

they charred instancies,
of the stirr,
she remained them he had not come to remake
the paraise,
of fiction

She claims he knew too much,
he shakes his head,
they knew their love had not vanished

they came to make look beautiful
only in sorrow,
because he could
whence nature,
came back at them
he preserved the right to be outspoken,
not dishonestly
and pure
they could not take all-on realism

they were short on life
he weavers pointlessly into the blue
they made themselves
so someone knew how to live


he rechecked the stranger ones
this time thoroughly
paying mind

all on never
now is what is – what always emmerged none the more an end

Authority Demise

The virtuously outdone. He aches remakes a’touche the refrained permament’s.

Tedious Tennant.

Processed time.
On recoursed plans. Looking for the deep silent void.
Aclued. Patiently. Rephraced.

On the break of distance he pleads courteously the vain infer awaitancy in. His accessed pointless pose. Panic.
Whence the reliant cages politely an insolent framed.
He remakes what they told of him.

There amidst them.

Never late. The outmake. A referrancies adore. Thinneage. Enfold. The roam in all night’s.
He takes upon him fate.
She makes the rain-winnow.
His named.


Upon certain instant’s the aplaud’s clift. He lives in light.
Restly panned.

This was once where he cared to be. In friend’s facette climbs of the land without sunsets.

Now that.

She knows him.
The dimmed artifical fulfilled acanned. A retribute shade.
She let’s him go.

The attribution squi. How could he know this.
Whom left for the land of souls.

Then she named him again. Out of love.
The ethereal viceagè radical.

Nothing is.
She walk’s down the hall.

On the emptiness paved out of nothing.
He lost what he never had.
She cursed life.
He had known such beauty.

Again he names her blindly. Silently.
A’fanned fictiously found. Cier. Resource. What is unknown.

Together they stole moment’s.

-m. pryce 2019