toothpastes' curse

pure as baby-teeth's white
or users trust's edges weak
toothpastes' are in demise
trapped in stigmatic light

*jack nicholson's close-up grin

to clean off the remnants
of daily blackened fiction
that passes sleek through sieve
staining between tooth-rift

buy as advertised

*jack nicholson's close-up smile

chasing rainbow

chasing after the rainbow has sprouted from earth nearing, her root shimmers bowing to the other end and i chase i chase after from end to end merrily comical-like in catching butterflies joy in reverie repetition blissed frazzled I couched beneath the arc of pure admiring the vibrant awe and without juncture she vanishes in nature's theatrics as if a sleight of hand i wonder her mystery until the next rained rendezvous

in cleansing

in effort to escape shuts my eyes
flickering lights tries to whirl them wide

covering my ears from clamorous turmoil
in loud awakening the fugue world landslides

to take in nothing in hunger, gnarling gut
through mine secretion, luscious what has past

holds breath for having surround in putrid lies
my own foul presence rushes above temple top

in chasm of all, feeling my soul like mimosa
touched by the slightest kiss of zephyr

somethings' abysmal

brushing peace

winter crimes
a toothpaste's curse
necessary white

made-accidentental snowflakes
autumn's inevitable reconciliation
in randomness,
finds symmetry

clean man wants.
gets seasons peace
round the axis
lavished

nothing. haunts

field of black pansies
morning dew gathers
slips, one drips

cresending windchime soundless
amid silent taciturn
heard

descry

when there's nothing to fear

knowing.
 nothing. haunts

butterfly Affects

butterfly wings
in sinless flaps
from breeze to in hurricane?

as us, our words
gusts pass milleniums
namely christ's onanism
real shitstorm though