poems

kill me nowand spread my dust all over the landscape,let my body reinvent itself,let it coincide with realityas mushrooms, as grapevines

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time, after time,after time,we findthese silly little momentsto be fine. gardening for a bedridden manwhile he isbartering in a deathly man-nerwith the turns of a clockfor simple amenities time, after time,after time,we findthese silly little momentsto be fine. maybe if we gave hima golden rose,the clock would forgive himwith more to propose. time, after time,after…

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my mind’s eye is twitchingso bewitching, the sun,and hellfirethe spark spiking thoroughly:agave garden, blazing aflamethe same fire burning us both take me to your toss-and-turn machinebreathe into my nailstrick me into a lullaby, my sweet eyeit seems you have a tooth for expendables,cobblestonesmay i not complain? a taut hitch lined in my throathitch it when…

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