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Among the stumbling puffs of bar-smoke and the thick twang of guitar licks, a serpent-charmer fingers nylon tightropes each note transcendent, a step across suspension. Under his spell, sound does not fall. it levitates. A polyphiloprogenitive poet breeding love into cosmically native language, waves launch pages into uncharted spaces, star-shot syllables launching from a mouth baptized in juniper. His aura is a spaceship, vibrating in rhythms unheard hypnotic frequencies inhabit hips. the room feels murky while lungs draw in the botanical burn. drums drown out answers with blunt percussion trauma, my insides bruise and bloom. Beer trembles in shallow constellations across the lacquered bar, darts defy spacetime. Tiptoes hover, invisible currents ripple through denim and doubt, no blouse unbuttoned, until I open my eyes. Doorframes shudder as chests expand beyond architecture. Goggles tilt morals, whisky descends like doctrine. Heads inflate with temporary cosmologies, winks barter warmth in a room starved of the moon. I'm waiting for her to dance me into a slumber. Voodoo laughter cracks the rafters, howls feather into violet concussion. Blue suede shifts its weight at the back of the room,, a caboose uncoupled from sleep. Rivers, traced with beavers begin their hydrostatic work. Knees forget their age-old arguments, thighs, untied, descend like monsoon loosened waterfalls. Secrets bead at the collarbone and travel southward, unnamed. What is burning is not the liquor. What is soaked is not the tented air. Rain falls indoors, flash floods, smiles distort into one-way invocation. Echoes multiply themselves against brick and bone. Somewhere within the tremor, between pounding drum-skin and quacking tsunami bloodstream- the body remembers what language has always tried and failed to confess. Voodoo Voodoo, I'll never go back home.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
voodoo voodoo
Among the stumbling puffs of bar-smoke and the thick twang of guitar licks, a serpent-charmer fingers nylon tightropes each note transcendent, a step across suspension. Under his spell, sound does not fall. it levitates. A polyphiloprogenitive poet breeding love into cosmically native language, waves launch pages into uncharted spaces, star-shot syllables launching from a mouth baptized in juniper. His aura is a spaceship, vibrating in rhythms unheard hypnotic frequencies inhabit hips. the room feels murky while lungs draw in the botanical burn. drums drown out answers with blunt percussion trauma, my insides bruise and bloom. Beer trembles in shallow constellations across the lacquered bar, darts defy spacetime. Tiptoes hover, invisible currents ripple through denim and doubt, no blouse unbuttoned, until I open my eyes. Doorframes shudder as chests expand beyond architecture. Goggles tilt morals, whisky descends like doctrine. Heads inflate with temporary cosmologies, winks barter warmth in a room starved of the moon. I'm waiting for her to dance me into a slumber. Voodoo laughter cracks the rafters, howls feather into violet concussion. Blue suede shifts its weight at the back of the room,, a caboose uncoupled from sleep. Rivers, traced with beavers begin their hydrostatic work. Knees forget their age-old arguments, thighs, untied, descend like monsoon loosened waterfalls. Secrets bead at the collarbone and travel southward, unnamed. What is burning is not the liquor. What is soaked is not the tented air. Rain falls indoors, flash floods, smiles distort into one-way invocation. Echoes multiply themselves against brick and bone. Somewhere within the tremor, between pounding drum-skin and quacking tsunami bloodstream- the body remembers what language has always tried and failed to confess. Voodoo Voodoo, I'll never go back home.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
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