Saturday, March 31, 2012


garbage on the dance floor, vulnerable 
a disco bleeding
fashioning a video game from an X-ray blob
a grottoed world 
your coffin spilling 
egg wind wound up
joining a dummy in my bed, scalpel dangling 
hairspray touching filth
slime conforms, 
feeling it has something to prove
parking a plastic bag 
ate something invisible
only this transplant will save the rat's floating brain
if stained yellow Y-fronts had superpowers,
they could fit bees in rectangles 
no side effects
beautiful sounds of a theremin as a fish approaches the line

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