Wednesday, 19 October 2016


PEDIGREEING YOUR PRETTY ACRES

pain goes into a glass / and he turns bread to toast again / i had his body, it was a tree / it was a sheet of paper, a map of all the water / grinding the mass out with a hard found shovel / carrying your light in a drawer of chest / burning you until you are lit always / stretched and flexed over easy / i jump into your pond and swim / i am carp and you are koi / you bring sun i bring boy / all things permanent that will not last / skin growing less extraterrestrial fast / one more embrace, and flesh for the bone pit / longings arrested in gravitys tit / not a pittance for your ear lobes / let me move into your skull / have it expand, make use of the ladder in there / have poetry on your walls / serotonin-based gulls, godless halls / looks like we made it / we are strangers to no one / we put our almost-nothingness on the table / this is how we play guess / fancy dress / another wild address /

[you say chess / and dress / and guess / I guess, distressed]

the burn marks don't show / say, television, prime plutonium and all the laughables don't glow / they want us boxed up in prepositions / dressed up like fools for being a doll / spend years on your bones without taking a toll / they are worth two / and nobody signed up for forever / i call visions on your bullshit /

[i honestly think there should be a whatever]

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