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Time slows when a bottle’s dropped
Silence breaks silencingly like a dropped Bollinger bottle Screaming, throttling the shoulders of one stubborn old goat The old Full Throttle me is past prime Now I am a ghost who rhymes. Smashed wine end to silence Let us return to that fate-forced moment Which for many a worry-fraught sojourn have I feared, lost in…
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The fullmoon’s bequest
A ripped curtain A nipple’s yearning For that word-forming tickle. She is an ornament which polish fetches to burn The moon whored in abnormal orpiment As if to signal an unkiltered, slent world twirling off its orbit Smoking them unfiltered, pilfering the skins, cobra milk She dispenses. My quill obtains a breakaway menace My old…
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A church, her worth, is ten of them. Her scent a threnody. Hit send my tendency. She blows my head off, John Kennedy Snapback, snapped that Papped that. Ass, that Thigh gap, pass that.
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The aping shadow
Even relapsing fails reenchanting flaccid synapses. Old wallpaper damp-warped, Half-scraped from my soul’s facade. Do we strive to fit pitiful shapes Or are we made at penetration inferior creatures? Her wolf hair posterior-reaching covered like a woollen cape Her scar-striated vertebrae. Her features each leeched of plainness By the eager projections of come courters. In…
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Lip tax
Around my bangle-thick mangrove-angled Neck hangs a warding ankh Through unwardened acres wolf-paraded Over arid terrains, marring swathes, will I wade Carrying overhead large bales, any weight. Realignment’s price and pain. Some vast whale’s baleen. Railinged sky pale alienly Inalienable, her name’s rhyme is my painful lust’s alias Her name rhymes With the way she’s…
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