Thursday, October 31, 2019

I will fuck the air
as an American.
Songs boiling out of the wood
seared throngs and needles
a cursory orgasm
before things get hectic.

Chains on the ivory
notebook of categorized dreams
that have passed through
a rotting world.

Giant's toothbrush
of battered fenders
racing lights of green.

A sheared off dwelling
through an eyelash net
blinking at the deserving naked.

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