Thursday, December 04, 2014


Flung oil spattering the mini deck
with a reflection of coming planets
elated eyes finally reeling in towers of meat forest
labeled vixens trampoline on the reeking fringe
channels calling in their robes of noise
from the underground, from the colorful regions
faces spread open like recent wounds
speaking windows in mid-space
in mid-nowhere
and fucking in mid-nowhere

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