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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Burn benzoin the resin expands cardiopulmonary fibers the resin weights sorrow while you get high the feeling of funeral grasses too

Burn benzoin the resin expands cardiopulmonary fibers the resin weights sorrow while you get high the feeling of funeral grasses too

The bull-faced cadence hands you a long tube carved ornate thru which passes its own 
dilating smoke as one drop wonder to one pupil aching against
its corneal night / soften. 
Unmirror pressure points from rigid ricks of light the light so supposedly 
unmoored in fact fixed, of the mind cold and planetary and agape 
to inky voids / Orion's belt unslung unclear / if he's coming 

or

going. A plague of spidery strangers leaving flyby and dismissive husks among the cords
Gross algorithm for every type of adapter for / getting sound and picture out but nothing 
for undelivered speech. It's a couple weeks past equinox and all the lovers marcopolo each other's name indifferent to the colony at this lilac hour 
putting down a day's work saying I'm just human, baby, just I'm human

or 

like I'm sitting alone with a lot of math / mathematical mistakes make of me 
instead the ink betweens, make velvet sheath and altar stack the white rust wreck of someone / 
concentric / who came / before me someone would've hit you hard to keep / you hard / and safe as 
alter the stump where you used / to burn shit / you stole cigarettes and dawn-with-war 
copper wire bundled into bright cables that until you stole them spelled out people's names 
to each other: sorry I'm late, it's for real this time, mom's dead. Cards 
and fake IDs, phone numbers in the napkin era you're afraid of going back to the snow it's okay 

so am I 
as houses

or

feeling up the crotch's bulge in love in a back booth isn't any different 
than hauling your weary feelings one more time down the chronic road to the door guarded 
by a sea / bird / every / day the belief from sea to desert must include the road the only lover
who remembers what you look like parting your O mouth surprise issues smoke
you swiped / you lit / veil freely / I mean what did you really need to say to the bloated nettles or spiked surf, nunh. Am I describing them precisely enough for you
because I can / do that / if you want / a resolution or bitter feelings I can give you 
both my domain say to salt say fat stinging bed of possibility take me burn anything once it
sweeps your tongue your tongue sweeps mine I feel a crater's worth 
of star and bone go off take me 
burn back to the mycelium highway mark your way my ribbons seven-chakra hair and
carry it into dronetime a word needn't be gentle to soften to carry / I gave away
or received in return my monogamy and it wasn't anything, it wasn't me at all / I was
proud of my solitude and territorial for reasons other than wanting
to get fucked 
when I wanted, presuming I was a piece, presuming someone wanted me, taking my manse lease
Juliette failed-heroine hero, Jupiter the failed sun or Jupiter witchbaby in brineland who didn't 
want to dazzle but talk to you / I too / wanted to talk to you until talk were a fucking
that went eighty years deep / that is don't sell a planet you don't know 
it's name maybe it talks to your liver and then who are you going to be 
when the suction of a long needled century cannot keep up with your becoming / brewing
dandelion tisane this particular instance not an act of poverty but right next to my impoverishment strangers 
cameoff the road and thought a persephone same as a vessel that owed them service 
didn't catch the inky unknown between her rounded lip and whetted one

or

beheld / embrace so fuck it embrace me I could use some arms it isn't every night because
I would never do that to you. Burn benzoin and share a feeling.

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