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xox

~its~so~good~now~

been///out//of< THE NET >

in art/crafting sleep///

our fingers brace
sinewous
so many minutes of the day
we've made mistaken acquaintance
of each other
black masses welt within
time draws backwards

writhing in half mooned patterns
slugs inside
exercising the stitching of flesh
internal bonding
each bit of my heart I allow yours
ashes with loathing
muscle memory in loss

closed eye is the only recluse
you becoming water
tasting of rust and chlorine
sound itches//drills down
where it used to heal
in systems
it leaves me empty

in you
eroticising male supremacy
your dick withers less appealing
in the light of dense rooms
headached pulses
and compulsion
your craft is as weak as your words

dust noise

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the gordons

louise bourgeois

\\\ knowledge/a reverse
documented tides shall
seek
that of being dug under
that of falling in
that of living light
inside a ///social study/\
everyone had
melted down into floor lead/
barren and further deconstruction
walls /bled their paper
/bled soundscape
/bled melting people/
fragments/
electrons fall into craters of dust mites/dormant memories
/ a pause pauses forth
a lake/late to fill
/she said> sharp edges of symmetry [UNDECIPHERABLE]
social study/to park
in polyps/ (c)rust
in light lining/reverse
and retrieve/
she shone the lights of swine flu/
she has shone the lights of gravitron pull/
of gravitation/ and the likeliness of gravity itself/
in marrow// in stark blasphemy/
it coaxes dirty/ sullen blood///
a better brace alone
a force of merit and distrust
is lanking with rubber limbs///
a trapping upon light lines
stylistically/
light rust bespeaks me//rust befalls me/
in rusting we connect
upon leather and air/
in rusting we can set flares
for miles/along this end/
in layers
time lasts itself through/
particle boundaries balancing
/time and a precision edge
to knowing favour and fever
shallow/ rusts light refractions
of memory
to eat among the living parts

pre-fix

bay of pigs

✞ ✝ the batcave ✝ ✞

what u gonna do man/?

APRIL FOOLS

severed heads