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a dance of dizzy precision vision clipped like the moon with no hindsight, with  no foresight with "business, as usual" i cannot bear to swallow another one of your highly reactive chemical reactions that bursts out of the stopper into temporary moments of anger reeling bait like words hooked; gumless and bleeding with splintered steams, then, you speak to me of  treaties, of proceedings, of compromise you do not what compromise is i wonder into your open mouth why you pull away first you plead for being drunk on inflation and an ego like a broken thumb cause you was craving a drink and a hit for no reason sipping up liquor leaks from the roof of your mouth like raw running yolk purging pallid spaces between the jeans and the belly "business, as usual" a business of dropping numbers like flies but it will not matter the difference between 89 and 98 10 pounds plummets into a mouth of some savage beast who gnaws away at my bones ******* the meat i stand calcified without collagen, inflexible I will keep feeding the beast, today Today, a kink in the rhythm of some machine whirling, cranking, spitting out blades of a tongue pressing stealing into inter locking steel Startled, I awake to “business, as usual” i cannot flex steel tounge i cannot push flesh down i cannot comprehend a home that should be how it could be how   home stitched up home stitched scars a home with the worst air pollution in new york how this effects me, no how you infected me, yes now inhaling your ash to my lungs in pipe and in sky drowning in layers of pollution in the sea of home drowning in the sea of my mouth drowning in a mouth like a seagull beak plucking bread crumbs and scabs almost drown when i was 10 in that great south bay, sleepy pollution now, i turn 20 and i stand drowning in sea of the seedlings you planted how could i be so moldable? how home would infect then? it would seep chest and toes and space above my brow 14 deep and 7 to disintegrate home imprinted on skin now today,today  i will feed the beast, somehow
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
volition
a dance of dizzy precision vision clipped like the moon with no hindsight, with  no foresight with "business, as usual" i cannot bear to swallow another one of your highly reactive chemical reactions that bursts out of the stopper into temporary moments of anger reeling bait like words hooked; gumless and bleeding with splintered steams, then, you speak to me of  treaties, of proceedings, of compromise you do not what compromise is i wonder into your open mouth why you pull away first you plead for being drunk on inflation and an ego like a broken thumb cause you was craving a drink and a hit for no reason sipping up liquor leaks from the roof of your mouth like raw running yolk purging pallid spaces between the jeans and the belly "business, as usual" a business of dropping numbers like flies but it will not matter the difference between 89 and 98 10 pounds plummets into a mouth of some savage beast who gnaws away at my bones ******* the meat i stand calcified without collagen, inflexible I will keep feeding the beast, today Today, a kink in the rhythm of some machine whirling, cranking, spitting out blades of a tongue pressing stealing into inter locking steel Startled, I awake to “business, as usual” i cannot flex steel tounge i cannot push flesh down i cannot comprehend a home that should be how it could be how   home stitched up home stitched scars a home with the worst air pollution in new york how this effects me, no how you infected me, yes now inhaling your ash to my lungs in pipe and in sky drowning in layers of pollution in the sea of home drowning in the sea of my mouth drowning in a mouth like a seagull beak plucking bread crumbs and scabs almost drown when i was 10 in that great south bay, sleepy pollution now, i turn 20 and i stand drowning in sea of the seedlings you planted how could i be so moldable? how home would infect then? it would seep chest and toes and space above my brow 14 deep and 7 to disintegrate home imprinted on skin now today,today  i will feed the beast, somehow
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
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