Sunday, 4 October 2015


Arc-light surgery cuts in with a cloaking device who looks like a slip between trees found white skin that's all it is skin and if I didn't know the reputation here all men are innocent and as good as ignore me as I throw down a coded invitation that isn't even meltdown just a stronger desire for pain and a blank wall somewhere that doesn't know me the cleanest ellipse of silver from sun on sea kept flashing up an instant bikini light returning to the same position by stronger forces than habits forget to die I think it was more dead than anything beyond sleep flies covering imagination maggots no fly is distracted at that moment flies are really pretty they just get a bad press like even a dead rat is someone's daughter
keep off the rocks
the strange thing was I couldn't find her on the way back I rarely see the same corpse twice and change the tense because a line and a circle depend on nothing as long as your memory is different to mine and the effect of landscapes max factoring frosted eye rests or tethering fatal illusions of what's your inclination the left or right ovum fashion accessory replaces hysteric tsunami
in all this chaos in this beautiful cross hatched basement clattering high rise swarm of chaos basking in friendly fire now the personality crisis is over
cross all that out
chaos is bound and gagged and strapped to a chair in the corner waiting execution in all that I've found a tune walking towards strangulation now everything all of it anything all at once they are euphoric and push the edge this is the end we feed and want I stretch and believe razor blades and feathers feel one break every bone in my body and cram every last body of life into the size of a dice and hope for a six
then stop
it's just a game so say my name slowly stretched horizontal from sun to moon do I really mean that much then beg you to throw the dice again


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