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PUTTING *HIM THROUGH THE TRANSLATING WRINGER OF MY LOVE
GET DOWN WITH YOUR BAD SELF
My pussy, I think, wants to
go hunting, to break that big
belly open, so that, it rocks
back & forth, in my arms: an
army of Hunger blocked the sections
of my Flank, you ate & I’m just
slumming here sea-sick in the Skull
where my ravages rage roughly ‘round
your secret eyes are appointed to spoilt
my spoils is the point
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EUGENE—[!]
Aaaaany chance, your Body is “well
I’m ventilated & waiting” plain
is the Bane of my existence, thus
merging each cree-cree-melody
appropriate to “I’m officially
hungry” in the presentporn
presets my security lapse ruins
me, thorns me, upon my Throne
is me draped in my cree-cree song
is the song I sing, as I am waiting
for thee
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VULTURE
Okay,
At least I was as wet as the day went afoul
At least what you had, I didn’t want too much
At least I'm not losing my mind
At least the man says you looks you so fine like a vindictive goat
At least this will end & then, I’ll boil your fucking Head
EUGENE II—[!]
digging is the difficulty, I dig
this World right the fuck-out
it’s tired slate states “I’m OH”
oh soso tired of this World
tires my ride upon the Evil
doubles against that Face
collapses, sharply, against
a small mystery muddles
our minimum fuss frazzles
that boy beaten down
is the scene, I dig this spending
pussy I never had that
voice-------->barker better
mess up this one Day real
nice this Day will become
a horrible consequence of
my digging past the fact: I’m
still not a person you wish
to be a shy little crustacean
used to shit all-up-in-ma-brick
bucks under the brilliant temperament
of these bruises bramble to bowel us
over, into a bowl, where I take your
heart breaking your heart breaks
your Heart breaking a little more each
day breaks the day that will break
from our troubles every day won’t break
