the pilots train differently without matches
monadic nomads

he enters a concealed handshake
not far from you

when the bananas open
intersexed pregnancy
there is a moment when everyone thinks the gun-
man might ejaculate
whirled instigation
buck-knifing his throat

wings open to larynx

sumptoms of a contemporary love song

outlawed in ochre and red
the locks have rotted on her bowels

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hydrogen pronoun buried
licking itself clean

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mother inculcating her love with fangs
smacking geneaologies on the glass

a poems courtyards its venricles whipped fire
your answering machine is a get away car

melting and mutating
this uniques waggle aimed at a particular audience

the loveless communion of shadow
cranks a blank casing held by rubber hands
what delicate crown-clouds
a heatlam shining directly on roast beef
portraits of flesh rendered in flesh
determine language is razorwire
bitter fusion of steel and throat
the curve of a dead field mouse spine

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the hotel will bill this room
Let's hope they don't check the other poems

halves run one way joining their laughter together
against time and veins

in the witnessing of something earned
we pull out the clavicles and larynx

detaching landscapes
glances like memory-vesicles

doorknobs soften into tumors
your flesh and all the death around it
fading like an alphabet with age
spleen thrust gutted out of yr mouth
a half mumbling sleep began filling with bloodless bodies
the tulips dripping from the aether