a someone was crazy down the hall the small thorns
climbed to my feet to stand slipped into a halloween
happy scare winning the staircase i followed sure
with silver grin trembling and breathing fast
burning like a pilgrim beyond the sex-flushed clouds
advancing strangely dark coming to know this mouth
from basement lament nothing fixed have pocketsful
searching joint thunder the deeper song
the evening somersaulting escape
was one of very good-looking called
single bed in me 'round me more than
scribbled movements jelly-like legs
realizing wickedness feeling and thirsty
lips to hands sucked hand petals spiraling joy
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