Thursday, May 1, 2014

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in the trenches of tender piss shine

lake of deceit is humming,


the catatonic lepers of time

without grass in teeth, without yearning in mouth


quit basking in fleshy trash


lawd is crying for you


underneath your mother's tomb where we git slightly nauseous

from fucking the stars constantly

slip me your last psychic death wish

but don't breathe a word

i've got several thousand arrows

impaling clouds where there is no wind