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Fiction, a faction lurking in the recess where it blooms
Obscured from scrutiny becomes perceived wisdoms

Mottled shades  memory fades
Twisted logic, truth

mottled and
Perspire in our yellowed shirts
Embittered as we break the summit
Sunk nights all bottles
Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit
Be there by

trees hanging dark
With mottled shadows on, with mottled shadows on their bark

No Moon is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart, a sigh profound

the Cyberkraken burst the clouds descending from heaven
On a mottled planet covered in forest, where the woodsmen were chanting their chorus
No shelter from our

dappled and freckled, mottled and speckled
My foliage of delight
 
Under my feet amber and auburn
Scarlet, russet, maroon 
Ochre, carmine, deep hues abound

got them
Broke check, no money for a problem
And these words hit like I shot them, full throttle
Mottled truth all up in my bottle
Maybe if I hit

Because I can't get off the ground, I'm feeling mottled down but I keep trying

Still having a hell of a time trying to find that silver lining
Because I

Mottled forms through the trees
A side of you we never see
You look safe but it's not fair
Trapped and all alone in there

Such beauty hidden for

current
Like salt water sloshing up against the grain

But for monet, subtleties
I take paint like a bruise
Mottled pink, purple, pink
Punch by punch
Blue

to give it to.

The dark arts of preservation,
the mottled collection of displacement.
To love them is to know how it feels to be lost and to be left.
You

Aborigine

Pulp

Masters of the Universe

1994

and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon

Snazzy

The Fall

Sub-Lingual Tablet

2015

I cried for the band, I cried outside
I cried for the man

Their sweat mottled, melted
Their prescription blush
I cried for the band, in

through
Lotta red when you get out the blue
Mottled ribbon, solid attitude
And they comin' soon but I'm lovin' you
Song of a nomadic home
On clothes

Bound for Infinity

Renaissance

In the Beginning

1978

Warm sun shining through seagulls wings
Makes mottled patterns upon the sea
Transparent fames in feathered flight
Bound for infinity
I am near you

of leaves
mottled by the cleaves
of caterpillar's ardent mandibles
form a basketweave of glowing mud,
bluebells in bud.

Linen smock
and scarlet-embroidered

Vernoona

Augie March

Moo, You Bloody Choir

2006

Autumn leaves are flying,
(each a baby's brittle boat),
The season's dying,
(Winter's mottled pigeon throat)

Sings the coo-cool air,

The old

a red door, bordered by mottled glass
And inside a lighted lamp

Pious lives here

Pious is tired but can't sleep
She twitches wired
She lies beside

shining on

The blood and oil that mix
I am your host, you are the ether
As I feast upon your mottled flesh
And exist now forever

Frozen, his veins
Slow,

the rye
The silhouette's in a plastic bottle
But have I been here before?
The picture's clear, but the colors are mottled
Is the guilt just my decor?
But

please

Running footsteps are light on the grass
Mottled skin-shapes from shadows do pass
Winged whispers your sanity take
Darker still do the conifers

there

Dusty old creation

Hairstyles, coat styles
Mottled, dappled and plain
Every living thing
My eyes and my brain
A masterpiece
A centrepiece
I began

keeping faith in you and me

My mottled skin was crumbling
A patchy past of pushing things away, like I pushed you that day
My bottled feelings tumbling
Out

perfect trap that we all try
Try and act like we know
We try and act like we've watched it glow
A torn map, a mottled patch
Of new moonlight, blue moonlight

a shining star

To this day the writing on that page
Is mottled by the tears I shed
Cuz at that moment something inside me changed
And a bright new path I