it came /gave slower moo-ju
like me ~~~~ left a flat mop
dust mote floating joker
inside me : eyes
wore no shoe shine
face without war paint
‘i can still get you
right now…all for me.’

promise i can put my feet
over me/into your\heart.

Gave all pennies to begging
boy with boxed pizzas before
the sun burst onto terrible
scene | i summoned executioners
to bite the words of my prose
all while inside my deepest
death throes. Plague to choke
myself and artifacts of psyche
i never enjoyed:
A great hideous laughter said
& endured — one never heard.

Death with all its appetites
devouring all our sin.

:: 02.15.2022 ::

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