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Gigi Tiji  Feb 2015
clean machine
Gigi Tiji Feb 2015
Raindrops fell sideways! like
The way you ****** me that night.
The way you enlightened me and
stole my slumber and
ripped off my rumpled rib prisons and
swallowed a fair portion of my innocence.

You damped a fire I had burning for years but
you set my body aflameflame with
Buddhist monk kerosine kisses
to die in silence for peace for peace but
oh, oh, oh! teacherteacher teach me
a thing or two in the bush blister
blister tick tock callous and, well,
I learned well with stomach well
churning and bile brimming
flowing flooding river sliding
off my tied tongue confused.

The sad part is that I liked you.
You were almost too short to reach
the lowest string on the harp but
you played mine just fine.
It was just out of tune.
Sorry.
I know I'm supposed to
take care of it every day.
Warped wood.
Crack!
Wire pop whip recoil.
Bad ******* bleed black blood, widow.
Lovedeath and reborn twicethrice and
I single-handedly nurtured neurosis and
conquered psychosis like a queen.

He likes to keep his fire engine clean.
It's a clean machine. Very clean!

— The End —