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but I am a disappointing harvest a dissolution of taxonomy
and the place for you, reader to insert metaphor under my tongue
while dreaming
is night paralysis.
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as child, as wounded bear
tends to cuts between the webbing of hands bellows in constant (ame, forks for knees, paws sans claws
smothered in honey colored the hospitality of gold, as the metal is just a poor imitation of its organic cousin with lack of born &
shoulders scorning me in a fever of cousin meshed in breath & sunken lips
eraser drunk & full belly a weather system
to keep solitude marks in guest book — here are shadows everywhere —
shuns all government
in famine
we paragraphed tequila sunrises to crooked train of thought
with vermouth #lling catheters the fathers wander empty casinos
each morning, our blood is drawn
the septic system clogged; again
brevity then,
a thousand blank spaces between order & crime —
the new past time
is an old one
a mirror —