SERVIAM

SERVIAM poems by leum

The / sun in the / trees dancing / bohemian / sins capturing / moonlight.

still the stone sifts through stuttering sand

insipid severance cutting my I's short never, forever the mutt hunting the rain

my umbra behind the pale moon-dried petals ending suddenly where the light goes on

Life is but a falling sonata kissing each flower goodbye loved as a shadow.

& though i failed terribly bittersweet rocky rolling the blackthorn down a hill trodden in spirals, restless deaths burrowing the fire, planting the sea little could i care for biting bullseyes when roses grazed violets not too far off & the leaves always fell to leave their mark like stars crawling out of dark skies puncturing history after you

rather grass

slow road roadkill skull

carved corporeal clause, claustrophobic closets carved corporeal claustrophobic clauses of closets to be announced, bones to be announced paragon mimicry, halcyon mockeries much like this pontification plunging into a scarlet ocean without caulk, by deadlock chalked latin on the windowpane wiping hell down the drain in a dream, I paste my heart with honey and follow the hawk out of the valley kissing the dead as I left the living an empty branch in the full moonlight

O Death we been friends for far too long What else can I do but sing this life a song?

A yellow monarch crossing my busy heart, Yellow tangled heartstrings Swimming in the singing sun, quotidian gun happy And the large, supreme, raging American Flag fell over the coast, pulled by the Dream I once had years dancing on the moon When I was the rood Ready to crucify you.

verisimilitude I dreaming I something else another word for you whoever you are now dreaming what if we were sowing a forever wake up we’re dreaming

O what a yellow swimming sun, & flag I when ready a monochrome tesseract diluted by third-party concerns of common tessellation of pits of hexes of washing knives nevermind, I need more of an indefatigable approach to carry the geese to overshadow the snapper if the trees will not fight back, why wait if not for the dandelions to blossom to blow to blossom & there I was all cliche bottleneck buckled up beside the troubles given onto the next whether or not I am the culprit of my own devastation

Roses vermilion, violets azure, you write down hyacinths opal.

I'm walking backwards on a wall.

It is a wasted mother-of-pearl to sit on these streets without your bonfire loved moon cakes baked silver-warm particulates all holy grail knight-sought and whatnot, your hair in my eyes.

moneyheads walking down the boulevards of southside whistling to the trees criss-crossed on the moon listening to the charcoal sky

what do you wisp from me now down and hungover my eyes in a crowd full of mirrors watching me back in the dark dawn of a book’s ending

subliminal dust bittersweet midnight rabbit subliminal

my heart has gone black and white, a lone binary star, love dying on the windshield

downtrodden vernacular valkyrie free-fall

reckoning grammar forged in odes

flowers breathing breathless butterflies

I never loved except your blue moon green sea closed eyes

wasted on roman time drinking parking lot vacancy

kindling fire forever tomorrow, black wings go white

one second, the forest was born and i watched as every tree and flower burned the pearls off each garden

and a storm pleaded for days with razing rain, and all that was left was ignored and cast to ash

and so and such as before and after were the first words i wrote just for you with the end of our stars

careful patience the hungry blinking eyes in the pit

flood sated the moon covered in dry vitriol sun-eating tragedy

whistled lapis birdsong drums almost lighthouse hung

howling my heart always within dawn like silent echoes

you are my vanilla sky

a lotus canopy of rivers

dreaming birds as stars

you’re writing words that cannot be trusted you’re offering a pig that has spoiled and rotted brittle litter too many walls and not enough rivers you’re almost full of sunlight you’re ending when there’s no end

even so waltzing moon and her sisters i keep tending to my sounds

if you suffer me now who will i have to hold in my dreams

sudden murmuring sparks glazing her sea blonde heartbeat locks

the stars surreal sublime i feel the fire tonight

Sempiternal throwing up laughter in an addendum of erratums wreathing sesame seeds off of cheeks

A tree on a star kissing the dragon naked by the shore

A lighthouse in the middle of land taking it home crutching orange crushes knightly, day some somewhere yeah, you’re doing good you’re going far

morningstar not the east sun a thug knows god got him pigs ate by wolves moon booming fireworks like rain on the trees what else would there be

god speaks and speaks and thunder thunder is all we rain listening to the screams saying, shut the door it’s too late

to the gritty nothing down except

far end bright fair here bella

light heights made baby bells

sharing dust all red

on a prairie in blues

¿Cómo vamos a recuperar lo que dejamos en la isla?

Tranquílate, Senor Muerte, que vengo ahora. ¡Que vive la vida y su cuento eterno! ¿Pero dime, qué perdiste contando tus ojos conmigo?

I lost infinity, fracturing raw, timed sycamore lovesick under the mist of sun soaked bees

the bats squeak heaven

the birds crescendo crescent

lady bug fly high

divulge in church

im going

insurance

to the

white out, you’re

fucking

almost full of

moon

honey cinnamon

will you

chocolate

come with

flowers, the dark

me

of my eyes beside the shade and its tree

lxve within earshot rain on a rose

waning on a cross

valhalla

eyes

deep

phoenix

to your

colors

catching

heart and

shimmer

chance

back

backwards

what city

i said

doubletime

fires

black

straw hat

not far from

blondie

strong

a dance

blue

lux

highlight

i said

perhaps

from my

dark

gone

scars ago, a yellow monarch grand— raining everywhere, I believed I saw you in a rose.

oh jeez bay all this moo la & no thin to wipe my ass wit mind me a slave to the stars garrison metropolis polished air force propaganda acres oh lord sent blue roses burying sky oh some I will grow the willow tree’s roots home

the days I should’ve died walked amorte like gravitas dominoes without exit oh shit stained hopeless white crowned a merry cow we are sun-locked incorporate belongings promises oh muses

a light, on yours, not mine I woke up in the middle of the ocean same Trump shit it wasn’t supposed to be about cutting trees, I swear the dust of pensioned vindication you’re listening to skylight FM I’m shredding bulls, splitting dead-ends, I guess just starscraper statecraft little piggie lofts with the heart of the sun between the teeth of the alpha wolf’s beta moon, howling the words dreamless benevolence

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