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Eventualities
Something is it not? - great kill-miss;
Have you? Been there? Peeled?
I've ivory hands, you've evil eyes:
Grudges from here to spandex,
Signing yesterday as whys.
Breakdown like the rhythm of cars,
Bent like Brooklyn on Mars:
A mouthful of newspapers,
Scattered on the ground - my big bucket,
Fuck it; liquefied exhalations.
Chuck it - modified explanations,
Where the twitch is it - that moon?
Fidgeting with a lighter,
Shade of pale - you laying there,
Spread out - splashed - a whale.
Wailing, woolgathering ridicule,
Binocular-tight, ocular-bright beast,
Feasting - no setting but volume.
TAKING IT UP, or t n i own.
You have to know what way, what sound.
Drowned heavy and low, light reddish,
You ever saw that?
I've ivory hands, you've evil eyes:
Grudges from here to spandex,
Signing out with butterflies. |
