when it rains it pours

when it rains it pours

the rain it raineth everyday

pull up the reins, rayned in by reason, rule, and reverence

if the aim is total abject embarrassment

of shiny-looking objects tenderly gathered for the pome’s

sunset quinceañera

a star winked at me btwn the apricot and the cypress

2 crows atop them like a punter on the mizzenmast

u better step up your game, havelok

by what means of studye and devocyon

what is love but a constellation

of significances

it liked to eat salmon w/ its fingers like a bear

and then use those

fingers to clean its glasses

it cries and it looks like a wolf   I believe it wanted

to cultivate this look