'Deaf ears flung on catered knives
calling warnings in code'
Oh petty victory
I yearn for your critique with crumpled distaste-
my failures hanging harsh
like acid tridents on my idle frankness
Your crystal scorecards pointing westward
but cotton meditations slipping from their menace
Les enfants racked on icy reserve
hell's idols refracting in mirrors
flailing with nice eyed boys
corrupted forays spelling demise
with dirty letters + sewer cores
'UNITE US WITH OUR EMPTY ENDS
BEFORE OUR EYES TIRE
OF OUR PLEASANT PASSAGE'
this abyss of nausea smiles as if ripe with spells
that cast me in the night hour's desert arc
cursory glints of care fasten me
to entrails of your majesty
before I waste away-
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