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18th birthday
No feeling worse than perceiving Death’s impeding imminence In the o’er sharp list of a once-Titan’s keel. Waving goodbye to your mother and sister for the last time, Knowing it’s the last time. A bellyful of birthday cake, and his first ever sip of wine.
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Oven
The last thing I remember of the harassed-ember disaster was that The ass-swept banister gleamt like fire-canvassed glass, and that Warping walls bulged like damp-prolapsed wallpaper. Alas, all ash.
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Book of tactics with its third page dog-eared
Her flanking love moved as a formation of tanks does Recreating as best she could The terrible slaughter at Cannae, to varying result. The banker who exulted his bulk hangs before he sulks When the hulking market kicks the bucket. A pulpit loud with the shouting ghosts of another’s applause, I completed my speech skulking…
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Copulating in the deathlands
There is here and toing and froing Then there is the cold Plutoan All roads there lead Move aside Rome and meagre the man of Rhodes The breadth of Hell’s smallest flaming moat Goes on stretching forever. On naked beds, hot skin made flatulent contact.
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Gardenchewer
Forcefed mountain flowers for milk-thick hours Wearing a movable chainmail of stringy spittle Thistles I sicked up Slid skidless about Caesar-gown flowers Like an airhockey disc across a rink.
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