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more water
than human,
the glass
shapes to me.
history is always
written in past tense
but we share the same
insects.
the past is never ending.
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hey, samantha,
let’s swallow all the lightbulbs
in the living room & spit shine our shoes
so when our necks break
& our heads snap loose
we can see the clouds
in the tips of our boots.
hey, samantha,
preservative sun showers trickle down,
we stick our tongues out & tip the cows.
alter boys curb stomp the mall santa claus,
wearing high heels, ‘cus the tv’s unplugged.
oh, what a strange salvation!
bong water transubstantiation.
hey, samantha,
let’s trespass vacant properties
we claim are our bodies.
there are birds on telephone lines
where yr heart’s supposed to be
all in even rows
but no electricity flows.
hey, samantha,
i know we’re not holding our breath!
i can’t breathe / you can’t breathe
we’d see seaweed if we’d open our eyes.
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sheltered by stomachs
digesting sunscreen,
grass scabs over cracks
in yr driveway.
symmetrical freckles permeate
your private pales.
but looks at all the dogs!
i wanna pet every puppy i see!
standing on squares of sod
not yet lawn.
we are raptured & returned,
sunburned.
it’s a texas weed wacker
massacre!
a mass seppuku food fight!
glass imitates gardens
like a siren song
to the robins.
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from a
immeasurable
array
of rooftops,
we’ve built
a new
ocean
bound by
splinters!
how long
has it
been since
a president
got assassinated?
all that collects
to catalyze
such drastic
action
i could
not allow
to accumulate in me.
i tell myself at least.
wash it
down with
a rifle
or a
uniform
of gasoline;
leave nothing
for the flies.
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assisted harakiri
04:30
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malleable geography,
catheters overgrown.
moths confuse
porch lights for the moon
(over & over).
oh! the treachery
of anatomy.
celestial tadpoles scatter sawdust
for the disemboweled.
severed heads haloed,
mouths full of railroads.
“somebody is going to find
what you decide
to leave behind."
so i never saw her again.
cops are flammable
if ya try.
with lanterns lit
in empty rooms,
i became birds!
the atmospheres
are held by meathooks.
now she lays there
like a bible
in a hotel drawer.
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the old country
02:05
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sunday school
in a bug spray june,
i spilt the dog food again.
there were campfires
made from lamps
in the bedroom where
it all began.
skinny dip skinned alive.
will you teach me
how to die?
i have a whole lifetime
to learn.
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