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i never thought i would be sitting on a book shelf, with belly lint for hair. my salivary glands undulate, hot salsa lung shawls w/ toast in my heart. my rubber self watches from yellow tress, brown eyes read metaphysical impossibilities. night is a hornet, a face from the crowd of a thousand faces w/ a brick future. wonder why electricity costs money, thought for sanity. in morning be the mantis, lost ego sharing the unknown with Atlantis. i never thought i would be spitting pens for venom and self-preservation. reticles file for divorce when Dilla blinds their love with his own star. meaning is a quest, drab fat and sodium pure. pixelating tid-bits rid us of facts that bid frigid meta physics. i never knew B. Jenkins, but the poet spins webs of remembered poems so now i feel her energy a little bit. i am not a reluctant fundamentalist, bred from fervor, though september taught me womans curvature. tonight Aristotle shot himself from learning nothing about the forty-seven or fifty-five Gods. i never thought i would be drinking liquid reason, and be killing myself at the same time.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 03:09:32 +0000

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