Putting the Kibosh on your Batata

Struttered [in] a Year. dump, then Dusk.  Recall: the Desire Hinging-Back; Models an Abstract and Pleasant

Pulse Across a long Memory: a Train’s Unscrolling and Libidinal blow: swole over

Someone’s

Shadow:

Enormous and Bent-

Doubled

over a Lover’s past

Egrimonial

Ejective—

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Against Only Itself, Flesh Ahems like a Tragedy, or a Comedic 
bout of Tripping-
                            up[s] Memory’s Route; | or, --------

--àA Jury of Prejudicial Fists, Cataloguing “Negotious

            [-ily] I Oeillade”;—and Happily Extend towards the Nerves of the Nose to Perceive—

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And in Lethargic March: the Maddening Cadence of Fingers Rumbling on the Glass: the Reemergence

of Eye’s Sunshine Strain, ----------à“That Winter
I read Pokarney Without Qualms,” 
                                                                        My Thumbs Stuck Out, Frantically
Dodging boobs in the Rain-

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                                        “Girl, How I Need to Shower” and this Tongue: Aiming Nowhere in particular,
Bumping-Up a Schlup;

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Leaving Behind the Bland Continuum, a Statuesque Drake Erupts along Lake Shore Drive— But Again, “I Swore

I’m Done”. ||

For Now: 

Digging to Bury Youth’s

Caduceus

 with its Entwined Etceteras and Half-Assed Whims]—Time Instead to rise to [this] Age [Stiff,
and Entrapped by a Quarrel “Over There”,|—And isn’t that what
One’s False Memories

Amount to:
                                                                                            Mounting
Up Father’s Skirt in an Untempered Clamor of Fingers Weighing-Down Allegiances, or

Attempting to Define One’s Position-------
----------à“The Stupidity of a Family’s Moral Postulate” 

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                                                          Elbowing out the Serial Interest: to be

Between Obsessions: the Barrier of be Being Besieged

in this Whole fucking House: Greaseballed

and Laughing in the Hallway Mid-

Bounce, Lifting Oneself out of: Winter’s Fatty Paw [or]

                  Sweetly, and “Yes” I’ll blow the Entire fucking Block

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Like All Others: I’m Submitting to the colon:

Blunts onto Verbum’s Dicendi and Perfictio’s Stunted Perfectum—
                                                                              And Now: -------

----------à “I Had Arrived” and Replied in Lieu 
of What I Neglected to Utter: Some Things and How I Only Desire

this

World to Pierce my Lungs into Happiness

and that’s
[not] a Hard thing to Destroy—
                                                  But Remember: there is much to Gain and

Shatter and Sign: so Trill
and Huffing with Hope
That Flesh: -------

----------àYour Batata

and the Lumptuous rump of Summer -------

----------à I’ll Tuten and Scooter to My Barber, so that

through the rest of the Year: “I’ll Conceal

and Cēpan” this Winter:

Will not “Be Fall”

nor these Bones

Amerced

For:

Desire Again Shall Prevail and Perverse