love
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Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]
time fogs a feather in her handwriting falls faintly beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror … covalent glyphs dribble down my chin the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes sun swirling across pepperbright skin … “what do you mean he kissed a leper? “what’s the point in that? you…
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sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082320121822]
suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, not a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat its saccharine spear implacable i heave on repeat, breathe in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic of seeds, split spit and juice — an unmistaken but missing flame [for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]
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Interrobang — Page 11, Line 11, Part 1
So many lovers loved built up into careful bedside stacks — which to read first, which to repeat “According to what has ended up inside it,” Kim said. What and why, indeed? When the cushions call who can resist? Clever, diabolical, it’s a reaction, always to you, forgive me “I reacted subjectively, assuming they wanted me…
art, bra, charles bernstein, devils, fashion, kim addonizio, lenny bruce, literature, love, poems, poetry, reading, sex -
untitled 05092012
the appearance of constant movement (merely)that spotted spider crawling in the cleavage between the floorboardstires peel along wet road — an imperfect chill — fleshing dimensionsthe body, young and unaffected by liquor, fucks betterin tight-roped moments before the roof is ripped into orbit.
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once touched
“having a harsh, disagreeably acrid taste, like that of aspirin, quinine, wormwood,or aloes; hard to bear; grievous;distressful; causing pain; piercing; stinging;characterized by intense antagonism or hostility” Millsis Adoma, she said it to me in bed “”but, it can’t be liftedyou were a manacle, like speaking in code: Adoma Millsis one_ touched. the memories you placed…
apes, catholicism, friendship, growing apart, high school, Kings, knives, love, maturity, oprah, pacific ocean, pigs, self-help, sex, snakes, violence, waves -
untitled 12292011115, magic [revision]
a thumb jammed deep in the eye of some tragic blonde and stain her clothes her bedsheets teach her blindness you get over pain like with the flick of a magic wand when she sleeps you open your eyes and inflict love preferably she shows you a glimmer of affection preferably when she is tired…
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untitled 12292011115, magic
you get over pain like with the flick of a magic wand a thumb jammed deep in the eye of some other preferably someone who shows you a glimmer of affection the only way to heal a wound is to inflict a wound the only way to inflict a wound is to be kind to…
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