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Fireside reveille (Huntress for company)
We sat rapt Prattling on about This and that About a sawing campfire this hour last. We saw as ants see only the rawest, wrongest shape of reality Stars lying about gallantry Her birdflight wine-imbiber’s native tone was balladry. Ballard dreams In which we Fused like bender returner’s fender and trafficlight refusing flesh. Creaming wrecks.…
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Dirty light
Of an evening I apply an even Oven heat To a blunt head and breathe. Her cunt measured to propulse my cream Whatever method as long as it’s unclean What of me ever seethes Concedes to green’s release. Reprieve, repeat Instead of being like a toddler teething I can see further than my ceiling. Spreading…
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Cripplenurture
She has a shotgun plushness Which I am pushed to suffer All succour’s greasy lushness Earthmother’s dirtsmothered cousin. Emulsive Her blood-crusted fastness. My propulsive blood Phantom-peopled. A love like a rack. The steeple of her rancid blood My thudding love sheep dips; her sweet’s fleetness I long to make repeat. It’s like someone made you…
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Sky query
Last night this glass-eyed Titan Whilst high from weed imbibing Saw stars as lights on skidding cars Or coins thrown – pay what’s owed the piper. Found facile even lashlike missiling lightning Trining (why?) Here is to time: Sweet, delirious Assyrian wine; Neat, imperial, officious and tidy. Going by, I spy the slight warlike shape…
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Ode to you
Tonsil tennis with a ten on ten who can work a pen I was in a pen called independence I was innocent, per every sentence But sin’s scent incense heavy incest redolent The brevity of her readiness astounds The mood lifts as soon as it comes down I am aroused She goes down like a…
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