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Jun 2018
keep   dancing  until u're  gay  &   
     wet,    deep  into       perfect   ***-eating          
     writing  about           blonde   Russian  skanks that    |    
smell  like ***      & *****                *****       &
       drink       all day          or               on the     kinds  
of     days  when     wild   boys  like  Ivan 
jump through      the           mirror   w/          
             their    
      lips   blind as   robots;   Igor  disdaining  
***** for            reality,        speaking while 
     waiting;      yellow means  walk    &        he      met  
her at the  club   & was all set  to be born          
  when        lives  came         running all    *****;  
       the story       filled   in by     Eli        who'd        
walked   the    mothers   to    work   be - side the     

      fallen    
        human  race        leaving       an
      eye  open       to  ****;      turning  
friends  over in          bed         to expose their  
                      brown   married  holes;      
             history   wrote on her            **** & her    
     faces  in magic marker;
           he ****** a  hole in the       
    floor  while        Barbie   danced under   
     water;   showing off       protruding          
pink       ****   flesh                  ,    
     winning   Greek   legs & small,  small   torso      
brought       on by                    dreams   of    the       
Muses;  
                     just   sitting   being a mom   ;
   she'll     lay me  for           sure
         as  science's   sister   Bettie is   cool  
as the ode       contained   in the               
           secret   story  of  Christ   broken &    
          drinking, his   voice raspy from  
   smoking ***;                           that   *****  Mary n
   used to       be            
             pretty  
      for a schoolgirl
                  but her    arms  are   /  
         weird; still, she's    alive  & moving ;     
         her     best   years were in          middle  school            
        wearing  a miniskirt  
      & talking of long              ago   w/ an    
  air   of      the unknown;
      she    started  to  state  her  daughters  
      ­    were      unseen, but I   read  
            that     ****                            was  eating  
gold &  silver   watches  
     to        abstract   the   ghost from         dawn;
           in the       streets   ******
                     ladies   beat   move  
           sight   takes   care   buried   happened
             to the prophet's   kiss;  
the            modern   top   noun   loved  
      & remembered    by    ******   centuries
from now in the    
        sweaty   fields of        music   &    |    strange  
burning   lot                 of the                evil   house                of the                American born             Chinese  girl
Johnny  Noiπ
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