Wikipedia Poem, No. 603
jake brake mass transportation i hear their teeth am nude amongst blood who won't pay attention bucolic clangors suspend themselves behind the slow rise and in their teeth hear crickets terror to rise and the sound of commerce jake brake mass bottlebells* ringing some behind terror some afore some despise this consensual abattoir at september's end *to lie closer to rise and earth burial i am a nude acrobat the atom bomb itself immolate a given rod of hand which aggravates prescribes the heel to their teeth this late in 2017 ununshod acrobat part your dead body hand which aggravates the dog steaming to rise and prescribes a mouthful of lies closer to our lips sweet then like earthburial i am dying chic deplaned and of some uses where ever i go to claim my flesh there are entrances of spirit but are they sweet like leaves men stumbling against the wind to be subtle copper-nickel bonded bones here nor is my posture impeccable like broadway bends in the truth i'm only permitted one stumbling drink into the dog's steaming mouthful of fatherhood subtle copper cup i am dying to drink to be subtle to heat this pushing against heat into his authority as philosopher invincibly man's lips slight and strawberry sweet bones here? men stumbling dark of drink locust or nevermind your fathers' bodies spread wide amongst family who is an acrobat out of clowning and survival our instincts trade if we remember then elucidate didactic and the atom bomb (itself impeccable a chic cliche people still prescribe imitation imepeccable) i close my parenthesis to you like a similie of our dead's fathers' bodies specious connected undesired layer elucid give birth to me nor is late in yr fires specific people hear crickets pulse who is the slip frogs across your lipstick-on-tossed-off-marlboro not them behind you not the truth i'm only permitted in for a moment not some broadway imitation the room wringing its hands fucking a mouthful of thought a corsaid of discovery nor is it slow to our lips offering the atom bomb itself-immolate in the rod of fire
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