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A love like dog toys and bouncy balls It's floating in suspended jelly Where can we find the final notes you took them with you when it deflated Simple smiles, provocative and malicious Flying that kite severed its string Disembodied tattered linen Tempted by the pressure of the atmosphere Air walkers skip through broken glass Cutting wild robots that sing sharply The skyscrapers barely touched your feet when you started to fly A chill rips over the burnout allowed to waft past its infatuation

Clouds are introspective Hot flames are harmful to fish no longer digesting in these bodies Cooling the water in the reactor It controls my thoughts When age is the penalty It’s only 1988 but I can see the bioshield time as it rises and falls to contain disasters swimming deeper in my body I feel auras of blue and purple Your eyes like orcas that bind flesh in red splashes of hot oil It means nothing at once but rewinds quickly Steaming darkness shields stars from the sky How do I avoid the holes Planned accidents, they knew The cause to your effect is harder to take Now decapitating the technology, we invented How are we cut off this quickly The rumors are harsh contaminated with taxies and yellow smiles Memories of the fleeting herds trample to the water The fish are full, the machinery is outdated we have moved back to the house of war in the red square

A slow turning in a pane of glass to face its own reflection Images dancing gracefully through time and space to make up memories Turning, turning, delicately staring into a void of reflection that seems to resemble someone Another time Progress of our own timely decay and documents of time on our own skin Flesh turns to leather, eyes grey, hair falls in silver beams, becoming a delicate mass of fragile sticks Moments are detailed in a glimpse of who we have made Our former selves have faded

Dirt, Air, Summer, & Hair There’s not much grass to get lost in here It’s just the dirt you dug up that makes the air thicker

Disturbances are determined by sweeping steps Sacrificing Andromeda, chained to rocks that weigh on warmth Vulnerable black soil mounds placed over voids, with vibrations they churns I smelled fluid and iron from the gaping holes Taking in the wind as it paints her face Scavenged by wolves, helpless to understand a will to survive Hands had already erased their histories A simple price paid Incubated eggs in soil blindly taken The bowels of the network are oozing with paper that has long lost its value Scrambling of power, contributions are over sited in grids Miles on miles under our feet Depleted in wombs, buried in contaminated hollows Brought to time, we were the connection to circles and circumstance Never a God, we made these worlds collide.

Only a smile, lips, teeth, and to tongue Never a spark, that is to start but cannot finish Dirt flys, dry to ignition My nothingness proceeds my need for your hands Love by name, desire by heart Flash, run, flutter Smirk to me I’ll see through the sound Need me like gasoline needs a match Urgency to say your name but words stutter Letters to breath But be mine to yours Names make mud like tires and your engines Needing a tune by names.

Neither soggy north and south, west, east, nor wet but blooming rock, in time Breaking earth through voids Deep can be dark, a yonic Circles and spaces To dwell in darkness Other worlds lighten shadow manifesting eyes In fertile dwellings it quietly rolls through graves while stumbling downward Multifarious Sockets within cavities Determined a hole Quietly notice Passages of time to center Underneath caverns Hephaistos an axe But peculiarly human Adaptations fall Digging with fingers A dream of vortex crevice towards pink dim holes Fermenting eggs to seeds and fertile bottomless roots hollow nostrils birthed A hole, hole, a hole From under, within ourselves A hole, a hole, whole

I am the reflection in your coffee A small glimmer of my eyes that will never leave you Think of me like hot summers in a leather bike jacket Before you kick start your life Remember the barely brush of knees Electric, I so hoped we could Dreams are far away but full like a long-forgotten laundry basket Dirty, used, loved, wanted, and warn I’ll sleep soon I’m forgetting your voice and the feeling of you just off the elevator Look left, then straight ahead.

Spew all the words that my head held inside The pages would melt, crack and sink The words are far too heavy To abounding, too much to hold on to They fly from the caverns of my mind Some Some are wedged within the deepest avalanches of the negative spaces in my brain They hide Grow Hibernating while expanding fatter, larger with their bellies full undigested bones and muscle Stay hidden in the walls, crevices fill with darkness Waiting to raid the softness of the page Words turn to beasts and thoughts to armies Assaulting methodically a Trojan horse they pray upon the vulnerability of the rag

Never wonder more as we collect broken glass with our bare hands Crimson roses leak through finger tips as the sound of gravity pulls

I don’t feel well, I’m occupied by an evicted renter Mornings are veiled in far-flung whimpers, just down the hall Tiny haunts in the waking and half-dead hours Buy a plastic stick and drink the water Blue sprinkles float in a plate of milky white Check it again, only three more minutes When you touched me I was scared Fingertips sharp like cats that howl in mourning darkness The noble one, free from the velour of your scandal They are Nonnatus, the righteous Its time and the wailing is deafening Try to spill the milk to make it hurry into corners full with foulness I’ve been made a vessel to incubate precious items soon to be abandoned Your lungs will soon be filled with the air of Gabriel Now forgotten too but they saved you first within me I gagged on my own light as the angels flew far with it Desire is nothing now Metal on doors and locks on windows Gianna laughs vicious whisps as she laps up cream Rotting and I’m the corner as dust settles over me with longing for what I had planned There are more of us now, placed delicately in a row We sit together collecting discarded skin cells on shelves as America vessels

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