"Journal of Autonomy" [by Peter Burzynski]

Cigarette noir as temptation.  Grand era of soda!
The point, our own bra soiled with sherry. Die Ann.
Lie, Vera.  I’ll vent: Oh!, stop! Your bra and lap penury.

My face as an easy calm anchor. I’m a fruit? Oh! A stream, oh!
Confetti, archers, ungrown diet tempura.
Chill.  Fruit jungle, a mature eat for me.
Belgrade wine is the ultimate supper.

Cheese, not queso in Odessa.  Melted lava.
Cheese oil in a soiled lung, good, but old.
Ledger of a negligee, my lungs foiled.
Scribe it. Insert it. Soul vs. Torturer.
Soul wins. Flawless victory.  Fatality.
Doves nullify in the air. Flutter in the fog.

-- Peter Burzynski

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[Thomas L Vaultonburg]

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