WINNOWING OBLIVION

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she snags her spleen to a silver swivel

clasped to a split ring on a blood willow

she sinews by tooth wisp to asp

gloaming little eyelets she singsongs

knots in truth before skewering to clasp

she runs hissing through a fault clause with

quickening spit strikes deep in bone shadow

crown to murk in gale brook

mallow her sable bangs whip

gloaming she opens with her eyelids a case

which once for want of reason closed

causes treason once more by a false stitch

to raise her noble prow addressing

syntax amast to employ within

cannonade syntax amplitude

tectonic means of anthem to

confound the faux capital of megalopoly

rendering mystery visible a generation rapt

in bewildering mendacity despots

towers of desolation adust

imprisoned gleefully fucking

catacombs of language both

syllabic mastery beckons open

a channel in the sky with a

cataclysm of divine grammar

hastens the finite power of

digits INDIDIZNI

a missive of divine release she

strips rivulets of lightning

in one voluptuous lick

her split in full surrender glorious

a wicked curse spoken now

WINNOWING OBLIVION

spectral wail by stipulation

a sirocco she SURRENDERS

her SLIP explicit

sexpilot whale VEXED

sub OCTAVE NIX fucking

HER NYLON SEA canary

even her tongue anchoring anew

amending antique writ of usury deep bank

busted bridge trestles

three ounces seven drams

Sub Luna

bats lashing

on a treble hook

whipstitched to a steel leader

sling slang slung

tell me now isn’t it raining?

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WitchMOTH

WHAT institution

Split the Dross

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DESIRES FUCK VERSES

taut.IONIC.shellacking

NO MATTER WHATSOEVER

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devil lyric reversal

in cursive flux

evil notes vanishing

swan into her thorax

the devil slake blues

gulping whole into

black lungs her

swollen delta

moonlit catslip slit

split open tune

dripping

moonlit eye

grinds her pussy blue

listing to port with voltaire

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she grinds her pussy blue listing with voltaire

maniacally lost in a vision of Victrola away

Via TeleTemporal Wing Immersion

because
nothing
tastes
like wet
copper
beneath
a violet sky.

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