lust his mind dog pants bare ankle
warmth of the canine spittle
bitch in heat rips flesh flees into sociopathic taxi
lights out at the laser show
despicable refraction on a dimly lit moon
“high” said Collins “I am so high” said Michael Collins
it is 1969
and I am alone
in this God-forsaken solar system
and I have little air in which to breathe
so it is up to me
to create shanty snowglobe intransigence
highlights of olive doll brains glow radioactive
behind scrapes of autumn gutter fish eyes
papa want to feel!
the midnight snakes about earthly garden – whose bony hands reach out
the eclectic knob frequency shifted
systematic howls from harpies and cows
gunfire in the jungle dispenser of the pain
star dust animals on parade in their asteroid guise and glance flicks of sparks
angry welts flippant meteoric iron mongery
to protect the Holy of Holies from Sin and Western depravity
backward glance at what was was slide forward into epochal spirit tension release
surfing of the frequency waves demonic angels angelic demons
the Secret Life of Siddhartha dispersed by facet eternal …
… (Satyr erection acoustic rhythm haunts the mausoleum markets for hashish and cold dreams
explains away that caustic tingle descending top of the back of the vulnerable neck smells
the predatory steak scent with animated and raw flesh meat
pulsing with energy and the fear unthinking mortal
panic that is immortalized by sandstone busts flavor degrade radiological isotope
Bureaucracy of Dogma – the sheath that contains the engorged thrush)
wild onion fractal
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