January 2012
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“If I were thinking clearly Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the...”
– The Hours [film, 2002]
slags, swallowers, golden men, a generous palmstroke palindrome handy in some sales water of your own formation. you should have been more careful!
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three nods courting the end
[3]
hips like rotting fruit; a time to uproot what has been
planted, like
the trickle trail of your fur as it leads
up the cradle of the curve of your twisted,
mangled spine,
finite pink mist.
Thread your thoughts with threads of symbolism,
of heartbreak and the Sultanship of mice,
Ophelia and nod three times.
brokegifs:
at farpoint under siege without plan
[2]
Elevation of a singular thought,
swathed in wire, my simbiosis with metal and plastic
grows strong. I will rise - a chronometer,
time grows faster with age,
Teeth and tooth slippery against iced porridge,
slipping linearly like static against the cheeks—
a discreet encounter in one of several nonlinear...
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Space-time streets, keep them empty
for the back-street slaughterhouse of
the proletariat, the quantum mouth full
of grease and blackberries;
thoughts and/our perception of how woman think
Sad little pony
Bending likely silk poised
garter about to burst at the seams
I got your number baby
Now look at my perfect set
of teeth
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“bloody bloody bloody TAMPON.”
– bloody TAMPON
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December 2011
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June 2011
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