we see, we see, they mutter
rapidly effacing the remaining
candelabra. they clean,
they to polish is the day for it.
no one goes home till I see my face
in the dish!...
...we will KILL you, they think,
each one, each reliably thinks, no doubt
worrying the comparison with
the butcher's son and son.
well, drape it, the murderous rage,
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whirrrr, I miss breathing...

i want to unravel my soul and brain (like tainted knitting) and burn it, and drink the ashes

a translucent buckling pavement to stand on, stretched thin and hubrent from a small starting sphere, a condom, a limited pliable apparatus I could pull originally to the left and three inches would incur a stop ( Read more... )

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Sometimes after an appointment, I went to Central Park. After a certain number of times, I tried the deserted paths where no people walk and invisible traffic is audible through the trees on the right - or left, depending which way you are going. Once I went after a rainstorm and everything was delicate and wet and new. Usually, when the park is ( Read more... )

it was the signifying stain, come after everything
level
temper and relax
                        e
                        d muscle shapes, everything a warm list of
accomplishments. I lay umbrage away,
my hair was pedaling happy pills to my
cheeks and neck pleats, enough to still the guilt of embracing
without a real thought

we are visible slightly now ( Read more... )