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(ALL SINGULAR POEMS ARE UNTITLED BUT FROM A DOC TITLED "COLON THREE")
Sprinkles of tiny rocks are melted
Creating a frame for looking out into the charcoal
Streets of dark lines, 2B soft,
Black,
Smooth,.
Flesh in spirals press against the hard frosted sand
At 10000 PSI both objects return to natural states
burst.
Inertial red and gravitational yellow
Blood and Sand become one
Mountains of rain join
A body of science, purely nude, views the source
It is all but rain
It is a cream
Cut from orgasmic cake
“What does this mean?”
Nudity says
But soon, silent, as all is understood
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Feel my pulse
Convulsing in my skin
pump faster
make up for the lost blood
as it trickles down
mixing with the golden drops.
My heart is a sponge cake
everything feels warm
Static.
beat
beat
beat
beat
relief rains down
sharp yellow melts
It all comes down.
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Inertia
What starts must stop
But when it does
It will crash
Sickening
What a grotesque sight
Is that really you?
There must be some way to join you
Searing
tssssssss
Will it bubble or will it stay flat
Nothing can stop a burning plane
It has one goal
Hit
The
Water
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It would be reasonable to let you heal
You who are so beautiful
Like a raised bed of flowers on a grave
The pellets of hail pound you down
Words will be said some day
But not now
The guilt of the conscious would run
You would droop
now go
back where you came from
Double fold
into ginger thick as a heart
But not now.
new seeds will be planted.
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