disassembled dry-milk filaments
casket-torso;pallbearer-legs buried
the lead
tombstone read: “for what it’s worth,
well, It ain’t”
Get me out!on thenextflight haven’t cut since cru-el April"
her,my,this obsession with disaster death by Mediocrity
she tickles my deficiencies.i whisper.witness me Divine
Metastasizer
the police-scanner onna nozzle so-so dance with the gentlemen;
to the heart of write a novel and **** yrself
...And so began the long con(sort-o-con a schitzo origin story
two invert a paradigm) ;dis assembled matter
told’em yu why worry? -it ain’t like the films kid-
we got Worlds to destroy via our Creation)
…move the mark, no Who moves the soul of those machines?
somebody [important] dead inna car accident and
3 colors of genuwine stratum of white jissom retchblossoms
Smelled like a bank&mug issa
itch of **** platter-ed man who shoulda upped-in-smoke at 22.
lotus lips chests of oceans
Wouldn’t mourn immortality yet;
-Can wee stay here all/night?- a platitude is a platitude is a platypus— :POEM:UNDER:CON
in STRUCTION: tuition is too high!
Death by mediocrity, i whisper she licks a falsehood;
stick it two me! $2.37 and a pack of menthols
Stick it in me! and twist darling,When’s the last luna saddle
you horsed a bull fever-red let it fly— disassembled constituents quiver grave sentiment o’er teacups of
perishable insight ,dissolved dry-milk filaments
if fear was
the Sweat,on my back mountains of meat o’er hills&
under choppy grecian sea she undoes what she did
*ties a ribbon to an elected carcass
Autopsy report: that junk was better in my head
death by mediocrity i whisper it ain’t like the films kid,
and it ain’t like the news said she mechanical jaw
inspire technicalities maintain the train rolling or you might
see me on the outside; emerald oracle on a sideroad
selling oranges to the future ain’t grease my w-h-e-e-l
you—and; her she watches from out-of-frame
falling, you, i she is falling in closed
system restrain this membrane give (me) a hand in burning
up this joint (we) kicked in the door to a peep show
picture death, no horror of inanimate ****** press’d up-against staint glass the whole **** operation
a **** ruse I’ve never been about wake me up for
disassembled a Judgement Day the next hunt the
interval be Please cut to the C H A S E
between Want and Wanted the joy/cut-me in; is a poem to a cross- like me,I think,therefore
-eyed saint my brain jargons, but these words are deadbeat,papa where’s the cigarettes? sure pal, Yr a leader!
for a funeral procession him, androgynous boygirl
tested the waters,drowned disassembled for a fountain
trade me that injustice for
or a Ouroburro a Snake a new dictionary (all in fine print)
with the courtesy to eat itself whole; Cash in
while you can. Get some sleep.
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