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I know I traded something

A part of me

For the splendid splendour of money

I did that thing you shouldn’t do

I gave myself to him

You know, the soul

Cut a piece of myself out for him

You know, the heart

I cut a piece of myself off for him

(You know which part)

But I didn't feel a thing

I'm waiting to miss it

Miss this

Thing

I'm waiting for the pain

You...

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Just be?

Believe me!

Scream! 

Just see this beast!

- Many screams -

By me, of mine, and me

At someone’s pair of legs poking out from under my bed

When they disappear,

I remind me: they were never here

But why do people say “in your head”?

When it can make you scream, 

And grow big in length and width

Until it cannot fit “in your head”

When it can breathe life...

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How many times must I rinse off the moon

And unpeel the stars from my skin?

Have someone ask what were you drinking?

How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?

Try configuring keys into shining beacons?

I cannot see in the dark

Yes, blackouts steal my sight

But when finished,

I wake up feeling feverish

And fear ferments and festers

The night can be sticky

H...

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I am keeping a secret with myself

for myself,

clutching it within like a bird’s claw,

the carrier pigeons have been shot,

guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,

suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.

My mouth is a gold crested envelope,

my lips are licked with wax:

they are an inked kiss,

the pout is the stamp,

my mind is the scroll:

bound and bound,

re...

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Puppy Hoods

Make me think that the world runs smoother

When all focus

Is on leather and sweat and stink.

Glorious odor that makes the mobius strip slow.

And Ouroborus is Self Fellatio.

My leading member drags me through pigeoned glory holed thoughts.

And I lose

The consideration of purpose

and other abstracts

such as longevity and sustainability in flesh a...

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The curtains a cocoon

which I have outgrown

crushing me

though I dare not venture out

my wings maimed

by an internal eternity.

Some days they open

as the sunlight shines

and snow falls

yet it remains a parallel world

a door to an unfamiliar universe

remains locked.

Even inside plates pile up

like a porcelain possum

they pl...

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