Friday, March 16, 2018

conditional/flawless.

i have, and drop on the ceiling
the french that speaks to every
little modernist like arson, or
maybe this season is copyright-
ed & the coping is studded like

someone decides we've no longer
got the right to do whatsoever:
throughly uninteresting psychi-
atry geriatric and genuflection
with the absent cause gossamer-

ing the gunshot, physician heal
thyself or here's an excuse for
misunderstanding, i told you we
deal in dread and not absolutes
but my heart's contraindicated;

saw circumferential logic lock-
ed against the creeping death i
listened to in adolescence, and
appalled by the stopping coach:
emily, virginia, laetitia, mary

strengthen my failing eyesight,
and when i am suffocated silent
the joke's on you because we've
got words, humour undeprecating
and scintillated by liberty and

decadentism.. when i woke up in
the night-time, i got out of my
bed to feed myself and tend the
elements and i told you secrets
that touched upon spirituality.

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