“it hurts like hell to exert myself!”
i outburst out loud
in this mercantile, absurd dogpile.
“oh, let the trade winds blow off these clothes!”
the starfish tears apart itself
with a dark wish held
against it’s astral counterpart,
like every motherfucker we know…
you lie on the track and die on your back.
lives fly off the rack
or are tied up in back of an unmarked trac-
tor trailer bailed out to free-flow…
my entrails pen tales of the future…
i’m gonna need sutures…
i spill my guts until they fill the ruts
and there’s a shiver for each breeze blown…
a usurped skull has a burst hull––
‘s never reimbursed in full.
how merciful to have the purse strings pulled
like a tablecloth from ‘neath serene rows…
you pervert yourself to preserve yourself,
but the freeze frame melts
and unleashed flames fell fever dreamscapes shelled
as the aftermath of a sneeze snows…
i’ve only ever loved as a favor…
i was good at it, i guess…
now i hail a cab in Hell…
and i’ll miss you all…
i’ll catch your kisses in the wind…
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