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PUTTING *HIM THROUGH THE WRINGER OF MY LOVE PT 2 (OS DE ECHO, DEY—[?]OH MY ECHO IS THIS WAY)
You live your Days, attempting to lick-out
of your own the flesh this morning, however,
is the stuff of another’s Demise delights, which
is Love, insofar as it moves You
are gone, breathing
& moaning the fact: that others live, others thrive
that demands your drive to distraction in
an atmosphere of Terror in which you once Thought
“I hear a hollow thump” was only your Birth
& the Wolves outside your Window sniffed & lapped
at your flesh, were really just Dogs, just little
mutts delighting in the promise of your Flesh, which
would become a Meal, which would become a Home
in which to warm them weary Bones are truly the most
wretched Form of your Humor, is so wildly offensive
& thus perfect, I can only surmise: You cannot, no matter
in Life, or verse, exist: I think I love you & this bitch
be real gone, as you finally awaken in your Clothing again
is wet & smells like shit you are a fucked-up Beauty
better served in the baking tray of my voluptuous
belly is a reference that won’t take You
anywhere but to the resentment of each day’s race
towards whatever nonchalant grudge nudges You
into my smooth Voice becomes a bandage, becomes
an adhesive whose Beauty is found in the delightful
colors of the shitstained sheets of my compassion
is a sincerity in which I shall snuggle you away
in the corner of my Accusations are the serious
sorrows of my dirtydirty Heart & it’s filthy
conductor filths upon my Domination will one day
die, will one day twitch within the unease of a Fool
crippling upon: Oh deardear God, help me Fall into
your Gone
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DORKMASTER
This, is going to be my Slaughter
sorely, runs, quietly, in the
background I’m wrestling
love: mimics my vulgar
joy: charred the Events
determine our devastated
worth: that blast of Air
between your Legs, shifting
open, turning the Form of this
memory into something
cut on the teeth of Desire is
a deathly odor fingerfucked
my damnation into Widowhood
which scares upon the tracings, of your
fingers, all over my Face, become scarce
in the clearing of this Field
dropping us in the middle of this Heart
became the means to eat ourselves
out of our drying bones, cracked
in Death’s pass:
too bad our mind’s won’t last
past last week’s flesh began
to reek, my lass
sorely, runs, quietly, in the
background I’m wrestling
love: mimics my vulgar
joy: charred the Events
determine our devastated
worth: that blast of Air
between your Legs, shifting
open, turning the Form of this
memory into something
cut on the teeth of Desire is
a deathly odor fingerfucked
my damnation into Widowhood
which scares upon the tracings, of your
fingers, all over my Face, become scarce
in the clearing of this Field
dropping us in the middle of this Heart
became the means to eat ourselves
out of our drying bones, cracked
in Death’s pass:
too bad our mind’s won’t last
past last week’s flesh began
to reek, my lass
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MY PUSSY
Needs a husband, like something
bad, seriously, at night
pussy pivots, towards time
turning, to trample, all over
my curling lips
are fucking
large & excite against
the chest
deploys my aching Heart
is the cause
bad, seriously, at night
pussy pivots, towards time
turning, to trample, all over
my curling lips
are fucking
large & excite against
the chest
deploys my aching Heart
is the cause
of my Bloat, oppressively demands,
that I forget about
my other Husband sang
such sadsad songs fucking
pussy.
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LITTLE KNOWN FACT ABOUT MY COCK
I’m Nüüüüüüüüüüüüüüde & sitting inside
your Body hiding
inside
a barnyard
animal
aaaaaactually
it’s a Rooster
& I’m going
to train him
to be my
fucking
cockmaster
I will throw him
an extravagant Party
although
you will not be Invited
to the celebration
inside
your Body will be
in Mexico, after
this cockmaster
becomes
the cockfighting
champion
of all
cocks
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GOOD MORNING, MY LITTLE PORKCHOP
I will offer you up, to reach the Bottom
of my Fall, away from the Heart’s
dumdum suddenly realizes these turnings,
twist, & reveal my expository mystery
is an Explosion, broken, as the result
of how I became, someone else
is a form of generating a Body heats
these lips face—to—
face me, to see how close I am
to myself, happy
& still here, with my Eyes filled
with Tears
of my Fall, away from the Heart’s
dumdum suddenly realizes these turnings,
twist, & reveal my expository mystery
is an Explosion, broken, as the result
of how I became, someone else
is a form of generating a Body heats
these lips face—to—
face me, to see how close I am
to myself, happy
& still here, with my Eyes filled
with Tears