| Posted On: | 2008-12-02 09:13:07 |
i’ve stood the teeter-totter heights
the abscesses bloom poppy skirts,
the bloody motor is beat
(beat and brittle)
my leg is a chipped peg,
a lain log with a creaking tap to silence innocence
immune to banana gas, my dullness is electrifying
an empty bowl full of pits,
the whores have eaten the cherries
(BLOOD SUCKERS) are (KNIFELIKE)
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A NUMB SLICE O’ MEAT
the opacities weight has mopped to a sigh:
A HUMILATED BEAT
