John Altoon
04/28/2026 14:58h
The neck
of the flask
pitch black-getting bored
jacked
also madness, insidious
intended ghost
(days late)
I cross green & white flowered seas
Valentines, May Day
conferring with henchman
one must keep holy
the edges of fragments
slots used
clothes loose
dried bloodspots
bolster elegance
Found a goldmine
outside a mansion
a prolongation
of the art
of very rich hours
oil in
childe ballads
sung, unsung against I should say
“over” though,
The Cosmos
slows it for us
The heretofore unmentioned
26th Series
(he gets the girl)
sparks fall call me
if you do die