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Jun 2018
beauty  turned    its      cold  head    towards            its  ­         truth
     in    stocking     .     times x         in these        times  of the    ugly   universe;            bad   wives &       high   boys    ,         
 son, don't come  inside ur mother     -    she's only        
coming   alive to   
            awaken from                                death   turned   female  
zombie
       dreaming of      (a)       pink;          .
.                three   sweet   ***** are     
              a better   truth   than one wet   mouth                              at the          window of                                           ­        the         future  
         the house full of      rocks )       o      holy  
            goddess   full  of     American   father's      
     star *****;         painted   lady   heard   her        snooch    
     soul singing to some           guy  whose        a        child   from
        heaven   hearing   a         *****  
        & thinking she                 's having    ***;
  he        feels  like      stone           perfection                \            dancing   in her                 skin   late in the gay       -      gay   eatery      where      what          matters is the         writing;                      spending    days   drinking           a    kind of          wet   kiss that     keeps going
        way     deep  down      from  my   blonde  
                         Russian   cousin's   robot   ***;
she took       her wild                lips   down on      the          club  floor where  she meets        smelly   Igor   staring in the mirror   -     the     mirror  
walking   blind                                                  &   waiting  for      the
     yellow   ***** his mother         promised;             that's       the    girl
that           lives or                             was        born   speaking    her  
mother's  reality;   Ivan           running        ,  filled  w/       waking dreams              of                            *****   boys   on the           sidewalk;   it was                                      work  getting him to set his    
                                             eyes on boys to     ****  
                   married        men    , yes,              but                
                 no    ****;   the paper                                turning          brown,   he               wrote 
                                      that                falling for       his             human   friends;  
the whole                       history   of        Eli  
leaving   her   dancing on the        
water             bed   since        brought   mom's   ****  
winning     flesh  & long      legs 
 like the  Muses   o' Greek   lay   stories    ;    
their    faces on the   floor like        Bettie;
   cool   dreams   broken   for       sure, the        
school's        Christ   sitting   writing an      
ode  to that         *****   talking  to her    best  
friend &      sister 's          ghost  in      a     secret   voice that's        pretty  much   golden    the way                   a    
small   Barbie   can be                eating  a huge  ****;  
it's been a weird   year;           
  moving   forward,          wearing   thee   ago   drinking  unseen but watching  
                                taking care  
of                                         the           move to the middle
  smoking   silver   kisses  at   dawn  
loved  by the                                                 ladies  at first         sight;
   daughters   w/         guns   started  
abstract painting           read what   happened  
she            ****** her            arms  
           up when she got to the       top;               what       does       it          take to           die          by the          book;               it's
a       lot to            remember  on the          
                             air in the                                     Chinese   ghost  town  
single  &         English         looking for the        *****                   who's         gonna  throw a   house  party                          he      sat   right next to the        same                 person  on the            beach   she's         a stripper,
she said         she's             playing the field           ; the         field of            evil   -   streets   forever  
that         died   senselessly               standing   ***           fat guy      twirling   around  in her           *******                            knowing  her      rolled     stockings  are                      holding       her thighs               like a Stevador's
                          grip;            
                          she's been             strange
underwear                        from               birth   & asked  
for several     strippers   to be sent down to    
     roll   their           own                    smokes   ;       her    
   empty   bottom  is         straight             she thinks   the    prophet is          ****;        talking  about reality                               being      
talking to her  )                              really           alive  in the        unknown   brain;   in a         sweaty   state   of                 watchfulness             burning   angels   free of                    her             painted      quantum  
toes; this was all                   written  when the                         witch  was still a       crazy   ******
Johnny  Noiπ
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     Medusa and Moon Woman
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