Improvisation #WD40 time 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.
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Fiends sizzling talk.
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