Written, Read, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

My soul dangling above auction
What more to keep me burning?
Truthful ridicule
That in a crowd of a room
I am no more with anyone else

Brothers - who take condolences
Like charms
Within a hopeful empty waste,
within arms
Who once like every Everly
Made laquer of their hearts
To trim morality
There is no border of definition

Born with no definition
Found the same way
He bares my high water-mark
It will not go away

Like losing friendly water
How his hands are larger in their grasp
Of an opusculum
I wouldnt force upon an Avalon
No more of masquerade
I like the weight of a well made chain

It sounds like all his troubles are the same
No more bigger house
He has made hash and fishnet
With absent frolic
How he wishes I were static
Oh, his poor trapped mouse

And wont come with me
His paces are too small
Beak is hard
I bite like beach
A brow of sand
Has many porous reaches
For speleological discovery
He glances just for me

That quick moment
Is escalation
From already white hot heat
A stare and a ceiling
Clinging snake muck
Has wrung personality 
into jelly
His jealousy must be me

If I didnt care before
Take one, then take one more
Had there ever been a horror
Like justice comparing menial absolutely
There is viscous ambiguity
Somebody goes there
A cross of meaning 
There must be

Please be one like mind of me
                  Nov. 11, 2024


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