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"folding up my body to use later"
can you believe the birds,
screeching radioactive, tunnels of buzzing appliances in the sky, echos, and everyday s an uneasy revision, no deliberateness in the coming or in the going, lack of fixtures,
of door, of entry points, the salutary postures, vertical axis, an openwork, the machinery of time passing, the sunken cheeks of burnt out curtains, the fear of ones on hair, spitting in the shadows, plywood, i dont think anyone has any fuckign idea,
just looking for a paper bag, just looking for the exit, clutching the abdomen, something ancient, something foul, something fermented i scrape out the rotted goat in me,
and this is the beginning of a fairy tale, depicted in comic strips, lord have mercy, the smear of bile, the heaving writhing insects we've become,
clotted in the urine sopped towel heaps, cheap tricks, i am a fat paste, dank fog fishtank, oozing reddish clay ,splotched nerves,green glowing nailbeds, im fake about some thingsbut for no god damn good reason, chasing a kitten to feed and stimulate defecation, you never know. what youve got, until you dont got it, functioning bowels that is. dont lick mine out. an hour is shut out of my life and one by one another, crawled through and sought after but not caught. expendable, you sit and wonder and i think how much misery is in every statue, clenched up, no,
i want to be loose and sprawling, splurge of daisies, dispersed
these shoes are titled, "manager", i'm at it again, this time cramming and jamming plunging a thick gruel of information about cofffee shops into my SMALL SUPPLY OF BRAIN MATTER STORAGE RETINA FAILURE, TRIED AND MARKEDLY DIMMING, NO SLEEP, FINDING SOME FLOWER BEDS TO DIG UP, THE STOMACHJ IS ALWAYS CHRUNING AND YOU mucking straight away in the chambers, the screen is, gawking, the screen blaring, and i am definitively neon, cat in lap, pigeon,
making sinful yowls, he seems startled, it is startling but what colors can he actually oh god there he goes off vomiting and the sound is unlike anythign else\\
OH WHAT IT MIGHT BE TO actuate, instead of hypothetiatate.
get glasses
volunteer hospice?
HERBICIDAL FOG,
ITS brilliant the hOLlow of your neck
"helmet of anger"
"singsong jasmine sweat:
"furnished slaughterhouse acidic planet"
the discrete packets of ernergy,
"a futile activity in four directions"
topple, shatter, public accordion, squirming
self- volcanic garrulous
knee slip and tilt, the nearness of almost regurgitated, a smoldering honeycomb, dislodged, the keyhole split, wood splints on paper, one whole
house you cant enter, combing the vanishing, limited sky,
"The night is sick with lilacs
fat and sloppy they drool their scent on the sidewalk
I trip in their filthy memories"
-elizabeth burns
this kind of poetry has been having for a long time, at leastmy lifetime, its so exhilirating i dont want to go back to the swarm of sleep, limp spider legs
can you please stop peripheral assault, headlights headlights, motion sensor, gravity exaggerated, mistranslated particles,
can you believe the birds,
screeching radioactive, tunnels of buzzing appliances in the sky, echos, and everyday s an uneasy revision, no deliberateness in the coming or in the going, lack of fixtures,
of door, of entry points, the salutary postures, vertical axis, an openwork, the machinery of time passing, the sunken cheeks of burnt out curtains, the fear of ones on hair, spitting in the shadows, plywood, i dont think anyone has any fuckign idea,
just looking for a paper bag, just looking for the exit, clutching the abdomen, something ancient, something foul, something fermented i scrape out the rotted goat in me,
and this is the beginning of a fairy tale, depicted in comic strips, lord have mercy, the smear of bile, the heaving writhing insects we've become,
clotted in the urine sopped towel heaps, cheap tricks, i am a fat paste, dank fog fishtank, oozing reddish clay ,splotched nerves,green glowing nailbeds, im fake about some thingsbut for no god damn good reason, chasing a kitten to feed and stimulate defecation, you never know. what youve got, until you dont got it, functioning bowels that is. dont lick mine out. an hour is shut out of my life and one by one another, crawled through and sought after but not caught. expendable, you sit and wonder and i think how much misery is in every statue, clenched up, no,
i want to be loose and sprawling, splurge of daisies, dispersed
these shoes are titled, "manager", i'm at it again, this time cramming and jamming plunging a thick gruel of information about cofffee shops into my SMALL SUPPLY OF BRAIN MATTER STORAGE RETINA FAILURE, TRIED AND MARKEDLY DIMMING, NO SLEEP, FINDING SOME FLOWER BEDS TO DIG UP, THE STOMACHJ IS ALWAYS CHRUNING AND YOU mucking straight away in the chambers, the screen is, gawking, the screen blaring, and i am definitively neon, cat in lap, pigeon,
making sinful yowls, he seems startled, it is startling but what colors can he actually oh god there he goes off vomiting and the sound is unlike anythign else\\
OH WHAT IT MIGHT BE TO actuate, instead of hypothetiatate.
get glasses
volunteer hospice?
HERBICIDAL FOG,
ITS brilliant the hOLlow of your neck
"helmet of anger"
"singsong jasmine sweat:
"furnished slaughterhouse acidic planet"
the discrete packets of ernergy,
"a futile activity in four directions"
topple, shatter, public accordion, squirming
self- volcanic garrulous
knee slip and tilt, the nearness of almost regurgitated, a smoldering honeycomb, dislodged, the keyhole split, wood splints on paper, one whole
house you cant enter, combing the vanishing, limited sky,
"The night is sick with lilacs
fat and sloppy they drool their scent on the sidewalk
I trip in their filthy memories"
-elizabeth burns
this kind of poetry has been having for a long time, at leastmy lifetime, its so exhilirating i dont want to go back to the swarm of sleep, limp spider legs
can you please stop peripheral assault, headlights headlights, motion sensor, gravity exaggerated, mistranslated particles,