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a dead old man
living in the city

theres a thickness of ***
in the air.

making their flowers
open with sweat
drips onto their
roots grow deep
into them.

no creature is happier
than my horns.

lonely park benches
hold hands
with the humiliated.

my seeds convulse
with caustic
adrenal
fire.

a mutiny to melt
the will from my want.

a life grows inside me
a tumor with teeth and hair

to leave me

to chew
through the weight that i wear.

it leaves me
like a spirit
to possess you.

i can see
through your clothes
through your skin.

youre a dancing skeleton.

held together with
muscles of the heart.

sliding into my psyche;
youre an apparition

leaving glass fingerprints
all over my kissing skull
as we shatter into people.

love spoke centuries
about our names

a sound only bouncing between us
now that weve met;

making our shapes
and making them mouths
to speak our own sounds
to eachother.