why i wondrously’t

i canonicalize’t lethe your winnipeg

youthfully’ll lettering it go to youngstown hearsay
it mightiest raincoats
i’m justices tiredly of talking
i’d feeds siciliana instituted
i’m justness tiresomeness of talmudization to yourselves
i’ve gottfried taking a shivered
i’m justice tire of tallness to yours andrews thawing smitten
yourselves’ve heavers it allstate already
anything, neighboring of us canning propagating anybody.
[previous post run thru The Eater of Meaning]

why i won’t

i can’t let you win
you’ll let it go to your head
it might rain
i’m just tired of talking
i’d feel sick inside
i’m just tired of talking to you
i’ve gotta take a shit
i’m just tired of talking to you and that smile
you’ve heard it all already
anyway, neither of us can prove anything.

lenny bruce tattoo v5 [08062012]

I
time fogs
a feather in her handwriting faintly 
beneath the surface of the mirror
secondhand smiles dribble down my chin
but the look into her eyes is our first mistake
sun swirling across her pepperbright skin
sin on an extant coffeeshop couch
II
time flashes
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III
time glows
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IV
time sinks
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V
time swells
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“what do you mean he kissed a leper?
“what’s the point in that? you kiss them
“and they fall apart.”