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1d · 45
Untitled
Will 1d
red kisses
dart persecuted and carnal
past the
avenue despots;

This night, at least,
is saved
2d · 71
banded
Will 2d
I sat alone
beneath the stoop,
and the beetles' lungs pulsated
in torrential rhythms
with all that we have lost--
even as they trailed their
absurd stems in
horrible lines
between the  neatly machined
granular valleys of the
planks.

This was the breath of
fragile gold hearts;
a wind of ancient style
2d · 42
Untitled
Will 2d
down the river sudded with boils
seeps and keens;
down the heavy meat of rain
beats and stalls;

this is a new world--

fresh of the malignant living;


the skinny
trails of cigarette ash


and children's
tears
2d · 122
Absalom
Will 2d
I am slipped in the demon end
of god's wiry hair,


pulled and plucked at;
made a nuisance of,
made a thorn in the
crystal eye of this



new Allmighty
2d · 28
voyeur
Will 2d
this the


clack
clack
clack


of ductile
orange flesh
filling hotel rooms,
hinting at all the



lovely beasts
convulsing in the wretch
of telecomputers



and marmalade.
Mar 29 · 60
inversion
Will Mar 29
the blooming head of
purple smog reaches its feathered petals
across the bowl--

scentless, ascetic,
nearly seamless
with the iron clouds
Mar 28 · 46
clementine
Will Mar 28
what lies moony in the
river ****,
scalded and
heavy-thumbed?
Will Mar 28
the light etches
the retinal disk,

plastered in
blue--
green--
red--
bands,
super-positioned
in the mildewed afterglow of
an exigent god--

garrulous,

too upright for death.
Mar 28 · 244
balloon
Will Mar 28
hands seek the
                           blue ribbon--
the flutterer

                                            in butterfly

                                   scars.
catch it.

                      please. This too cannot

    go to god.

                                      The heavens

                     are glutted with
                              joy.
Mar 28 · 60
Scorn
Will Mar 28
Ale-fiend of a sky-
neatly blotted,
looking down
with sour
red
I
Mar 28 · 53
Absolution
Will Mar 28
Darkling, folded in absentia,
Eye-wandering through incorporeal portals–

Now a smile,
heretical and broad
as her the sun’s lonely gates.

— The End —