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Addicted to the spicy spliceshine of my false glories
She’s got the indoors outdoors I’m going in through the out door Like that leaden Zepp’s eighth mooring Were hungry so ate, sate horny all morning, 12-8 She has to work today, leaves me waiting like flight delays no airborning No shouting only airhorning Only the boring get bored, courting glory Falling on my own…
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He made for a good heel is the best I can hope for
Arguing with yourself Inhabiting your foe’s skin to scathe yourself Then recarapacing to your own flesh cell Just to be reenraged afresh I’ll scrap anyone Waiting for something, anything, to come into range, half a finger An ankle A sniper’s patience, an Olympian’s angle The boltcutter-divided anklet hanging Off my leg, a child clasping the…
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Emerald Isle Ephemer AI’m
In Black Puddle city, where Stout rules Fire’s there It’s about fuel Used lighter fluid; you can smell the fumes Fuck the stress of booking a room Just suck it, maybe sex, then spit in the bucket, take your ducats and exit through The door you entered, nothing subtle what it is, like them supple…
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Glued to the deluding mirror
I suppose we all cast the Hercules role for ourselves In our proposed most audacious, rose-lit fantasies of the past First to last and last to first, life’s process: the removal of blessings Tides changing and fits and starts and droughts and bursts Hurts and blurted loves, haloed doves and rages like rockets Comets hurtling,…
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Creating everything just to periodically destroy it with frenzies of immodest flame
I’m at the place I think I’ve been called to Blent-in like modest highlights, writ with ivy on the walls, Signifiers and signs of as yet unlit fires The tyre tracks of grand designs Whose first-mind vehicles haven’t yet left the station Behind the station the high wall Using a bench’s armrest I reach the…
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