Author: Richard J Tilley
-
28 years
Damnation is flashing heroin you were inadvertently given as a form of punishment while you are wildly high in the sky on a large, climbing tree limb swing endowed with...
-
of sand-pay
The partisan stall is finite, adroit, anti-maleficent, direct, and prepared for dull strident daylight – pitched to the people like an empire portending to stay while taking the elderly gambling...
-
On the presage of the front
Hagar is still alive, there’s a reason they can’t hear her that generation left behind the love, left behind the one child an armed onslaught on the last battlestar, furnished,...
-
doctrine of midnight waitresses
a doctrine of midnight waitresses from a clutch of visitation focused on the top string where sleep shines on picture bottles where a couple catches us running holding on spades...
-
(a) landlocked parade mocked wedding (b) insubordinate geological age
(Bailing associate lawyer out) “Are you kidding? You’re still alive because of me. I got you out of jail. Because you quit and de-persecuted” (Gunman kicking prisoners) “We’re starting to...
-
In the dust where Abraham lives
For Dr. Collington Peacewool “I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit” – Galaxie 500, “Fourth of July” money gutted on a dirt road telling all of the secrets that...
-
The Elephant Doctor (Circles)
For me (1 – 7) four moons for patriots to decide on five shades of partially belonging to truth where are riddles that take us home when we were alone...
-
the printed Od force mapped, saying, “stop dancing”
pattered scratches making their way to Denmark like traveling gifts for an Od force of deceit, children breaking their backs with rocks and garbage, trading with the British all along...
-
Transnational Act
staples of pattered good will lancing, oceanic anchor masks – tossed, nutual walking, turned over through hurdled iron and steel disputation, descending gesture towards partial avowed nests, concrete tragedienne walk...
-
for the fabric of angel wings
Where we host our pageant treasures, our silver coated candy like oxygen for maelstrom outsiders gnawing for the fabric of angel wings dining out past curfew. Do you think S/He...