Hand dipped bowels in acid
and the texted message of a faded blue ton heart
in the after in vitro trip through the high heels
of your other women......
I'm the morbid crush dreams
you slobber me with instrumental body silverware
you reckonly eat with deceit.
a teary wreck of a self proclaimed Cassandra beating through
pain and human delegation ..
with these 6 worlds i poke holes in facets to young and or to old
for our imbellishment's...
i trick to stay out of the trouble. tho tsunamis
hit the cheeks and run down cars in the junkyards
of older dictionary's we wrote in sexual deformity's...


Instructions to hell
murmured slowly on a tattoo
on a tooth inside the
house of floozy
blind to us bugs and the big screen
the fool with battery's not deluded.
and the molding girl inside
mountains to the inside heart
of pimped out psyches.
breath piss shit and cry
and maybe even vomit out a reason
for our estrangement
Now a trucks wheel in my hand
hitting 50 forgotten beaten underwear .
the power wielding worn out earthquake lover
a dynamite dumb to you
a diabetic dichotomy to no one
but some.

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