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Afternoon séance
Messages pleading from dead relatives Revealed in secret bleeding bone tongues A lexicon of scorched undersides Unguent for the pus swollen wounds of those left behind. A fire language, puzzling to living minds I strive for it, I will die for it. With hundreds of words for screaming But none for love or life or…
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Homemade luck
I’m that boy who, because he wore trousers that he had received That very evening On which he turned eighteen, which him as adult delineated, Could not board the lifeboats, Could but bawl as they noised away emptily, Full of women and children like the thoughts of soldiers. The clock ticks over, you can’t fix…
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Choke ‘um
Tantric, orgasm through asphyx Backward aspect, good that the mask fits Pierre Bernard, the Great Oom She went to Barnard, heard they had great rooms High grades, paid scholarship, even her food Was provided, better to fuel and sustain the next generation’s best and brightest flames Walking along the esplanade with my mad ex mot…
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Crushed lamb
Living Lapvona Bull run in Pamplona in runners Sorry, mate, that’s a bummer I can bumrush I can run away faster than any security-afraid teenage skater Silk in my pockets like I robbed the best stock during the panty raid Raiding the pantry of a Goddess, trying to find the seeds for fame Trying to…
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Young and dead
Dressed up, dolled up like a clown whose wont is to be probed All manner of seedy beastliness kept hush by a few, who know. Now I know how Simeoisios felt Svelte and fleet, a dancer’s feet, keen. Dead now, no more will be seen Tell the bees Only yesterday it seemed He weaned from…
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