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Decomposure
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Hour 7
Divide water from meat, swallow minus eight crescents: what is to be retained in blue tubs taped shut in removable stomachs? sundappled gate formally composed pinholed across the quiet floors stolen from middays and empty rooms soundless as chalk on windswept stone. face smoke eyes
Eroded veins enough to feel my own ghost limbs pulse like white trees backward burning old man's beard on galvanized ground the tyranny of archived lives propping eyelids ever wider until they split photo/coffeeshopping mall reunions on particle down edgeless to burnt pyramid, uturns, artificial hem train catchphrase, armymen over rain poems charred for comment funnels and plated to highway dusty friends, switch to diet plaid, but we'll all wear baggy pants until we're old.
The burning tires roped 'round waist drag snake ink flares, backmap scourge to shoulder heat until dark lung, twine and prints absorb to the forest floor...
This snap of measuring tape will wag sixth cancer open second sequestered digit than work shirt Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com the smell of gradient rainworms found, a scarlet stump, leaves bleached with winter.
Horn man years from a day for an hour in minutes
Eroded veins enough to feel my own ghost limbs pulse like white trees backward burning old man's beard on galvanized ground the tyranny of archived lives propping eyelids ever wider until they split leech plugin preposition wrapped in thin painted felt snapped with rulers on skipole shins; under my face: balloons connected to liquid crimped pockets and dry fireside remote sauna three hands interlaced like tetherball and lost bottom steps, steps lined transition cold nerve endings
Don't believe the hope.
Precipice away swiss hours screenprinted red and parched on charfolded water billable hours depth in reflective glasses centered in a mirror: infinite, thin, tenuous to follow the river in hip waders
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