"illuminations" by melissa le'nee' and andrew lundwall
tell the words to stop staring at me persecuted one letter at a time when we lived on the moon we drank milk from solar chalices a unique blendable a sudden collapse of stars yet the letters are tantalizing i imagine them undressing in the room of mirrors feeling a long cold silence an eclipse gone over her ivory face with lips maroon red deeply craving sounds a generic form of affection a baroque germ unleashes itself under microscope we call it "beauty" smooth on surface a crackled texture underneath her cheekbones are illuminated by aurora borealis a mad assortment of rare birds racing upward like electricity counting layers spiralling perpendicular i held the tarantula in the palm of my hand i mouthed a slow silent "fuck you" you looked straight through my face a distinct feeling gathered like pink stormclouds in your eyes theories beyond understanding imagine her grace as worshippers spin 'round and 'round her feet drunk slumbers illusion an irreplaceable moment a spasm the aroma of the future tangling him the wizard brownbags wordsworth and bourbon prayers of lost children digging there graves in the reek of backyard bars the long haggard ghosts spilling out like a procession o the nettles spotlights illuminate darkness listens to the sweet coyote howls as they go one by one with their blank looks and shaky knees dressed in black like a heart attack a whirling dervish of narcotic thunders the words make her paranoid the words make her purchase those that would contain them coffins full of a e i o u and sometimes y
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