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dragging legs
behind  (us)         
all
          fours

vehemence   
in   paint        /you   with a toothbrush scoured
 your (standing)    slanted  blasteddoors
rough grit     the   absence  of  spit and
nothing

to    wash
with
    .   fists     doubled
over    fists  (humananimals gorging on it)of
warm   velvet     algae        and     contaminants     for
carpet,
       convinced   you  might
        just             swallow  your  (ownly tongue               or  choke on it      (both)
in
the
sleep      that    passes for sleep
(a
human
heap
of

wasted)
parts,
just
excrement
(wasted?) (wasted?)    you wanted (it)

(the sustenance   of   mind-clenching   barbiturates
the mind-fucking  bomb  of enlightenment:)
it's
         (your      soress)   souirce
       yours
  and
                   not             aleawys    no/t
           plentiful                        four   scoreees
                        of

                 Perfect        parents      or         destitute-   prostitute   -
                         patriot
                             says
                           leav-e

                                    it     (damn it)the
                                                  fuck (alone           i've
                                                                                fuckin'g   earnnnnnnned

                                               this  little
                                                          pot

                                                          to  pssssss  ssin
                                                                             shit!!   just  leave   it,
                                                                                                            kid.  stop
                 

                                                                                  touchi ngit


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Comments

  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 07, 2008....
    the you of this poem is a very different you (not YOU, I mean, whoever you might be), so don't be like me and try to take it too personally
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 07, 2008....
    or rather it is for a bit...and then it just isn't
  • WithoutShade said on Jun 03, 2009....
    Incredibly disassociated.
    Tantalizingly gripping.
    Disgustingly beautiful.

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