

PAVE MENSome suit staples his stomach pump to the pavement. Proof that harlots harnessPAVE MEN
their hormones in scarlet
fury for the man
fused to the freeway.
Ro(man)ce adheres his
abdomen above
the double line, like
a statue stifled
from switching lanes.
PAVE MAN; his name
implied and,
aware of the squabble cemented to the heads of
housewives driving moral mobiles plural, he plugs his person’s cavities
accordingly.
They find him
fossilized face forward. A frown recounts
resolve,


BackGlanceI’ve seen the skirts scorched, the score board blurry in the face ofBackGlance
such a dismal jury.
Braced for dirty
duty. Done charging delinquents and the
devil’s footprints all
level on the horizon’s bookshelf.
‘The Sun, Volume One’ sits just above sunken eyes, drunk
from the oceans foam
fermented dead center.
Bulls eye’s got me trading junk for journal
readings. Red flags. Proceedings to seethe in
drag queen justice. Uneven.
Reasons for reluctance tucked in the open distanc


between a point.Sobriety’s quiet.between a point.
Like the night
flinching forwards, inches towards the west. Spurns
sunburns the best it can.
And I’m a fan fare for the frost’s departure. The same that glazes my eyes all ambiguous, early
morning under the
umbrella stellar. Continuous.


Causality's CasualtiesCause -Causality's Casualties
Our face flies full screen, six little pixels placed apart start the shape our mouth creates. Sallow hide, raw over organs sexed and swollen. Sensibility
stolen; tokens of spines broken. lengthwise.
Our rockets reek havoc, red glare and static, flashing stares between eyes both
digitized, unaware. Insurgents
urgent to circumvent circumcisions bent on
collision. The decision inflicts
victims of a snowballing syndrome, flaked naked despite
visions, attempts to collect our contempt. &


Brown Avenue DawnBrown Avenue DawnBrown Avenue Dawn
A gas heater, cigarette To warm and fuel, And coffee that serves both purposes;
Redundancy in comfort items, as
Outside they are tearing up the sidewalks; Bulldozers and barking dogs And my only concern Is that they will wake her up From curled limbo.
Sunshine parallelograms Through windows at angles That the animals bask in, following The morning’s move across the floor,
While hers drifts and mine digests And all is a syrup bloodstream,
An almost visible tributary Into a saccharine gulf of day


hinges-hinges
some things persist in comfortable irritation, for these feelings are hinges utterly screwed and doomed in attachment
to stiff practitioners
of practicality. does he see my patience
as a pendulum in mid
mixed (e)motion, while brandishing its own
burnished bent towards
this rhythmically incessant
act of necessity? dangerous devices these depending upon the other, and desire sees Prudence wound tightly to raise quiet alarm when actions bring us slowly to harm full circle.
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Two guys are driving to work when one asks the other if he talks to his wife after sex.
"Yes," replies the guy. "If I can find the phone."
"I'm afraid you are."
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~~~~~~~~reality is for suckers,
I've got the dreamer's disease~~
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"Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die."
Going to lock this one, don't want to insight any turf wars..
&c
FUCK YOU ENIGMATICRECEPTACLE!!!! CHOKE ON A MOTHERFUCKING DICK!!!!!!!!!
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