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Confessional Poem
this worldsorryremains or humanitysun chops through bowlingthe six forty essential as a fax machinehere’s some good advicedemand luxembourg in the alley who knows his motivation?you simply hold all availablehands outward, palms up; six whistlesdoddering thrutropical depression her brunette historystoleof friendship as a friend places his twistederasedbottle durango — no one owning anything of a sugar…
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Dear Oblivion
So much light, dear oblivion, night after night; I offered up my body. You refused. I drank. Begged, really. Said my dreams, you don’t belong here. Some countable mornings ahead, crouched in the internet’s dark corners, hands reaching into prosaic brightness, not to gather, but offer: News spreads of a virgin conception. And so much…
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Dear Oblivion
dear oblivioni hear you shredding bonein the goldenplacesalivatingsomewhereunknowablea mangrillsmeata childscreams what i mean to sayis this, dear oblivion:i rememberthe littoral darknessof the rising afternoonthe light never having beenenough dear oblivioni hear youcrawling away
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Mating and Cuddle Settings
I want to callspecific attentionto the matingand cuddlesettings,becausethey result ina nearlyperfectbreedingsituation.
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Monteverde Vecchio (excerpt)
my panting heartmy heavy voidcapturing leaf smokecurls the roomwhile i preparecrystal lapped boysto value a buckeveryone i knowis deadi’m dead toobut that never bothered me none handsome sergioknows the hoary hourevery day antoni sneaks offbefore lunchto fuckhis girlfriendviolethe presumesi can’tsmell the rosein his long black hair sergio’s allowance twirled onmontellianapaneraibrionithen alonein darknessarrangesblack chrysanthemums
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 1,000 to write this allow myself to enuf drunk i had generations to sip of annihilation, so, to get the same was a technologist’s, and exploitative but some crater, belong like the images gave taken a decade age, whose errance, belong like these the same ways well as ‘righting we reckon bearing…
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