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Can’t lawyer any mawyer
a torture fund
for the poorer:
a rampant righteous dance
themed: taxidermy of piety
so hot do my cheeks burn
in hypocrisy
lost to our lessers
our attach—
is the root of all suffering
—ment
extinction incorporated
blindfolded in limine
we stab her in every back we can find
to keep from truth
coming in
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mulled distraction
in your side
prodding consumption
happenstance
is dyed red
blind
lustitia was never meant to see
a little bit of everything not too much of anything
a kiss and tickle
ripens to old-hat
recorded back to you from mars
you sit there
on a red dune
thinking about where the time is
and how
living on the edge of it
is exhausting
pieces crumble beneath
but there’s not much place else to go
a port
al
in the family of crustaceans
creatures of the unknown birth
climbing the stairs
only to walk back down
cockhard and stubborn
still doesn’t fill the emptiness
scene from the above
eye contact
shyness is selfish at times
light emboweled
we move to pluto
ascend retract
home is without
sound
Friends
sum things are not meant to be explained
a piece of glass is translucent for good reason
others opaque
a starlit runway to answers to questions
we could split
a galaxy and end up back
where we started
this is the rub and
the miracle
this is the gospel
as the fantasy
rivers of emphasis
closely paid attention to a detail
a line in a story I wrote once, about you
five years old, and hiding in the rain
smiling at the lightning