Monday, September 28, 2015

Lean hard on the blood moon hype
dagger man out of the sky for mountain fuck
sending eyes to the height of mold
through a massively annoying hyper dermis
in the bleached field of nerve kisses
where blunt cylinders rise as makers of extra
proud excess fevering out of train caves
knuckleheaded human activity filling the air
with busy neon languages in hot transit
playful fingers tweaking horrified oxygen
so that new orbs can descend
and break in the form of water
hacking the death of what's left
with its sweet non-insistence

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