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of such brief longing for another
in which everything would
lock, to a twitching
my every glee
passes through
eve
leaden with The Key
today: I am your
monkey, Monkey
& in the Swing
of abiding with doing you
to Death, really fucking
ticks me off, recriminations, closing
& soso alone, waiting
in this Beautiful Dress
redressing down
the forgot the proper
pronouncements
of listening to myself
die a little with each
bite of this sandwich
settling instead
to knocking you
down-to:
1. So, we’re redressing alone & all the better-more for this pressing-down & again, I forget.
2. The Dour pronouncements of the manmucking soothe me to a ticking-off to Death
3. & listen now how we settle-in this box touching hip-to-hip to You got knocked
4. The fuck-down, perpetually-left alone on the floor, counting your teeth & rammin’em’all back into place
5. Back & alone again: is what glues-you to *this place, pulling-down Horizons all-over you
6. Until you’re just dead-you. & *This was how I spanked myself back-down & kicking
7. The bucket of The Body right the fuck-over really cracks-me-up how we’re just lying here
8. & slowly passing-away from the Wound that exceeded so far beyond my own fucking-truths.
In other Words--------------------->each dark day bends-upon my
chain fucking 30 again & feeling
so unglued
like all the miscalculations
of my 20’s were
but the rotten-roots
of my silly-willy
Dreams have become real-
fucking
bitches
clenching-upon
the point of the “Ahh
hhh…” of my Body
needs a physical-form
of a loan to thorn thy
steed & conquer
what this really
is about is
saying
Goodbye
to the bores
of Youth
