i left the spigot dripping last night
and now the whole home is submerged —
archipelagic scraps of tatterdemalion
things line the floor like dead bodies
and poesy atrocities. but i have not
in mind, this disfiguring lament.
1 Take for example, a fine line
darting towards your *******
2 And bend it towards the direction
of genealogy or analogue fire
3 Henceforth commend contention
and differentiate beyond hapless
extensions of body to body
mirror to mirror
4 Where all axioms define the universe
and there is an epistemic
afterthought looming past the
arithmetic of things such is that
of a steady punctuation mid-birth
5 Take the corporeal and eat Suns,
thrash the Moon like how a bed
is meant to be whacked by the
spanked edge
6 Cold resuscitates flame and flares
congeal all frigidity — or at least
arbitrarily, remember it by whim
caprice and then fade out
7 As misery clots in the same vein
pulsing with different blood
which we shall ensconce with
laughter — a drunken hilarity
8 And then oppose the dictum
that forced us to the point
of recalcitrance, rousing hungered
heat with memory of waking ice
9 Recount what I said about
such opposites complementing
each other in precise farce
10 In this exact exhibition faint
upon recollections — going far
inverse to poles only tells another
distance covered by wide strides
and a place nearly forgotten
rekindled by newer ones.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
i left the spigot dripping last night
and now the whole home is submerged —
archipelagic scraps of tatterdemalion
things line the floor like dead bodies
and poesy atrocities. but i have not
in mind, this disfiguring lament.
1 Take for example, a fine line
darting towards your *******
2 And bend it towards the direction
of genealogy or analogue fire
3 Henceforth commend contention
and differentiate beyond hapless
extensions of body to body
mirror to mirror
4 Where all axioms define the universe
and there is an epistemic
afterthought looming past the
arithmetic of things such is that
of a steady punctuation mid-birth
5 Take the corporeal and eat Suns,
thrash the Moon like how a bed
is meant to be whacked by the
spanked edge
6 Cold resuscitates flame and flares
congeal all frigidity — or at least
arbitrarily, remember it by whim
caprice and then fade out
7 As misery clots in the same vein
pulsing with different blood
which we shall ensconce with
laughter — a drunken hilarity
8 And then oppose the dictum
that forced us to the point
of recalcitrance, rousing hungered
heat with memory of waking ice
9 Recount what I said about
such opposites complementing
each other in precise farce
10 In this exact exhibition faint
upon recollections — going far
inverse to poles only tells another
distance covered by wide strides
and a place nearly forgotten
rekindled by newer ones.
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