How nigh the gentrification march
shroudy 3 o' clock city star lamp,
manipulate the tune of desolation,
"Oh, terror tap the
tender tomb of gods"
And martyr.
quantum derelict electric train
churning slanted toke-toke-toke
hidden wheels--hidden wheels
liar time leer,
where she's fantastic
jeans painted, tights
high-heeled aching heaven
in my arms
undressed;
"Conversation metron
mining the world soul
honor roll...
a berry feast
raspberry
for idiots."
My carcass open--
caress tanned
slender hip and
shivering stomach
phantasm
denied immortality
orgasm--
sensuality in the
afterthought life holly tree, dense
tearing tear at my flesh-
smile for--
Me--
Me silhouette lurking somewhere
in the void of the linear
mind-meld ghost plane; loneliness
A dedication to truth,
toll toll tower bells clang-
soft breast of gloomy lust--
Deny me-accept me-devote me-
Traveling world sore
traveling backward-
bury my face, saw palms,
anxiety, peace
your vision creation
not, like enough, doves and--
lines, a temporal vasectomy-erection
furrow shatter bow--
Oh, behold timid instant laughing fate; beat
drums to my wishes burdened
in primordial ears, the meaning of your rested thighs,
the quiet, the silence,
breathing,
the walls--
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