I am exploding in lines of dispensary chaos
carefully, 1 part this, 1 part that
1 part neither this or that
axed into a rick
of push this edge
i sink
from old movies
into morass
of melange
sinking

into
this synchronization
of backbone
splayed like a blonde
on cash

i crash on Thursday
scenting a way foward
and then u
show up

What is our tomorrow
not subscribed
not cut
from expectation
alive and screaming

felt with that nerve
you hear incessantly
throbbing
god i love that word

in your mouth
this speaks
filthy
and  i
flossed

again
we are here
staring
across some abyss
unfilmed hellos
half done

you half
done
not even
ink between
thighs

of lust
and i
******
rust here
at a ****** keyboard u?


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