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May 2017
Faces faces all see the slates and bitter tastes of
Unsound grace and commonplace disdain.

Better yet, better answer quick, before they see
The lines in your face and the lies that came to be

Sit back kick lateral, mind spew collateral, little splatter
Ink splot shatter mattering horn in stained distraught sock

No thought or word intention not heard visceral stink begun to slink way up to the think-ing parts not heart, not head, but bloated sack-

-Eats its way while mind tries to retract the thing it tainted last, can’t quite recall what was meant by “slow not fast, future never past”

O the kind, o the gentle, never questioned, dismantled, inner workings conversing on how to persecute the last remaining sane thought.


Eyes torn far from painted face, ears burst in from cambion mace, divided incited read my righted left hand sacred name been taken who what blood skin heat shift weak strong bear tweak **** scare off

**** down, come up, *******, ritual rited.
Madness carries till incited
Noise sight smell lust break. break.

Law unbound as skin peels back
Flesh melt the bone, pain is lack-ing
Face fear become the truth
Or lie forever drenched in youth
I'm slop
Grant Boer
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Grant Boer  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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