pour out from the lipsticked
mouth of hell in rays
breaking the soft perimeter's
dark smoke of burning money
and the loneliness of this
piece of shit dropping from the social corpse
in a halo of bent antennae
orifice ringed by spidery limbs
eating the wings of a demonic horde
to keep them grounded in the torn garden
and the trees groan in a captured courtyard
and frozen swamps groan under the feet of fools
and the routine disintegration continues
bleeding color and abstract thought
and the heavy metal of consciousness
continues in its fist of being and.
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