Friday, January 14, 2022

Carnage Dripping Oils

 

I became its requirements.

I woke at cadence, to meet as disgruntle,

staring at chiseled thighs: the self-made

vixen, the Valentino model, inner

hieroglyphics (men dying, existent

a curse, at births, laughing with false

excitement)—the mental slant, this relished

rehearsal, those nine hours at studies: if

but that test, to confess our genius, as

opposed to the variance, by the

approvals: extraordinaire women,

debonair poets, the scientific

countenance— forever reaching, damn near

pushing through psychotic dimensions.

PS.

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