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today,in between sexy lies,your smilewas like sack full of dead kittenson a golden altarto the Lord of Dancing Dirtwho was worshipedby ancient bearded..
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Sell your pain for pillsLearn: salvation killsTruth is just a wordAn ache that reoccurs I’m a liarAnd I love to start small firesIn the crotch o..
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An argument fleshed out with sonnets
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inside
inside of my electric fear fog
parking lot birds mimic sirens
my soul
my soul shivers smoke signal warnings
where hatred fouls the green s..
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there is no cure for me,
says Darkness to Ache,
as the freight train rolls by
like a whisper.
the fever runs high,
and the shiver runs deep,
a..
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neon hieroglyphics make love
on my cave walls,
my Nosferatu fingers
slither wormholes to Heaven.
scratch and sniff the fanciful fruits
in my re..
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blue corpse said to a madman,
dog, we’ve got so much in common.
you’ll neverconsume my fleshunless
you learn how to love me.
then l..
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Dear Holy-Rolly-Poley,
my soul is not the lively ball of sugary light
you explained in your fancy dissertation;
it’s truly just a septic ta..
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the big b*****d wall is dissolving:
Pornocopia has bled into the Mickey Mouse Pavilion,
and our infant eyes have blown open like bloody roses,
Good..
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her wicked smile is a concept,
undeveloped and raw.
pulsating veins
dance graphed realities;
living numbers and paper dolls,
carpal tunneled f..
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