free jazz whistles
assembling a bird sphere.
Rags of the former empire
flapping on a beautiful nude corpse.
Seductive scarecrow of reanimation
the file drawers between
harp strings of ribs.
Looking over a crimson ledge
to see if the powerful whispers
come from an infinite mouth.
The emptiness of mercy
in the clutches of an insane beast.
In the tomb of love
entrails alive with the divine
spaghetti head, a senseless goddess forming
the DNA that hates your DNA.
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