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Trust in your happenstance or hourly wage.  Be good.

my pork rind gristles and
heart valves lamented

see all heat source as intrusive

see all movies as extensions of our hands

and if you touch poetry with
the gums of your love
if you touch skylines
with your epitaphs
if you wade a mile in another blues

it all breaks head first before the sentient
of collapse

its ok.. we'll find you/
we'll finish you off

you'll leave this world in
unrecognisable state

and love is the word that
rivers claim to bawl a throat through/
haul a note through

there is nothing

there is something

now discard

and never reanimate
when it all feels done

love is the fur on our
whore as lips, our whore
as duty

our fire as thumbs
and language

our kettle nerves
as routine and return

now regard

and never disseminate
when it all feels calm...


scatter. be available for the call. never act like
theres more to see. purify. utter. never believe
theres hierarchy in the matters of heart and hollow

lip-sync. if you mouth it they will orgasm all over your quills, though how the fuck we gonna write in the damps of industry..? the hovels of heresy..? the concubine of keys..?

eyes make instants repairable vaccinations

tell us and you own us

believe us and we're salt

but keep that embryo
unfulfilled

keep that love song
in a winter of plastic