>no throttle

>… discourse into the vein

but how in? the image
rides or bursts like a bust
of Ludwig Van dropped
from the super-story sky scraper
passion lines wheezing behind
or or or mashes across viscus
pink micrometer slugging
wrinkle above her crying eye
i’m not describing the image
to spite what i’ve said of course
this is love then again swirling
and red and rushed and swinging
i’ll come back in time
in time
to spite what pains of before.

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