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kfaye 44m
for roadkill and all mankind







we’re still out here, hoping.
kfaye Mar 23
we’re all nan goldin now
and all the little microbial worlds will
devour us
from inside out


even just as they as are now

say                                                  ch

a                                                        e
n    ­                                                    e
g          ­                                              s
e.               ­                                        e.
kfaye Mar 23
too special and not special enough
kfaye Mar 20
go do something better and talk to me in about 5000 years when we chance by eachother in some deep pit of whatever next hell welcomes us so openly
kfaye Mar 20
it’s a crisp morning out there and -”



[.picture this, an exhaustive list of all of our contemporary superstitions

not just the ones that people you think of as “different” have-

like, for real.

what memories have mobs formed?

what will be remembered of our days in style of :

.bloodletting
.electroshock therapy
.human sacrifice


what zealocies reman deep in the bones of those who wear the
        frocks/blue/red ties/lab coats


let this not become an “Us v. Them” moment


let this be a moment
of

remembering to
stop and smell
the torture chambers


of our home-cooked inquisitions

and the var. sundry insignias of our
time (here)



it’s a small enough virtue .]
kfaye Mar 17
what’s left of of a girl
/
i’ve found her  

/

won’t be giving all
won’t be missing the wisely dog-eared
places

:

the moment the portrait
became

cauldron

.
evermore



.the dreams, as they were
.the un-scrubbed, literati-***** genius


a trial-and-error machinegun lunge-forward kind of loving

a kind of loving .

  



                a kind
            of loving.



//the sound the housegutters make when they beg the rain for mercy .
the rain .

/the well-threatened promise of “now” .
the softened blows of its passage.




the blacktop, swimming (and the music.)
kfaye Mar 10
.
from
the roughdrafts of a precocious
necromancer

engaged in nonchalant anthropometric warlike trials :
as
****-knuckled as digging in the mud with a stick

heliotrope scars scorched into the concrete like an afterimage burn-
ed down into deathmask portraiture

the
wendigo-kiss

it’s indigoblack invasion : your body like the caustic embraces of ice water

the billowing foundry of
forgetteries
atop
it’s gleaming hill-perch, sneering down at the city
with
all the tenderness of
systematic
immolation
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