Improvisation #WD40time was a poisoned distinction
as red as vertebrae attests to
silent alarms lining my libido with
a manic veracity to forego one stab at
eternity aligning cruel breasts who
remind us continually of nouns and
vowels in a neon-blue room after
rescusitating fallen stars missing your
strange smile and sweet, hairy cube
already. wonder stigmas lugging our
coded ennui left beneath the ruins
wandering barefoot through your face's
creative career flying communal fear
over worn dollar bills starving to death
thousands living below the bottom line
daily behaviour concealing the mark
of a plan carcinogenic next to denim
kisses left on morphing epistemologies.
a fiend sizzling less talk.
and as silent as vertebrae
lining my libido alarm clock
My manic veracity to forego
one stab at entering the entity
of Trevor, tramp of eternity.
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Align myself, my cruel breasts
to remind me of nouns and
vowels sounding in a neon-blue
room. Smiling star
sweet, hairy cube
alreadyin wonder at Stigmas
ugging our coded luggage
left itself beneath the ruins
ennui wandering barefoot through your creative career
your face twitching in fear
over worn dollar bills.
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Starve to death O Sweet one my
thousands living past their sell by date
beneath the bottom line
whose daily behaviour is concealing their plan, stanfing next to a coffee pot or water cooler
dressed in denim
kiss left on morphing epistemologies.
~
Fiends sizzling talk.
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