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Splendor |
Only a mouthful of leather could satisfy me
tonight,
And in between heartbeats,
Gulp the rhinestones falling out her mouth.
And christ, i’m terminally wired,
something in me always moving,
swiss quartz movement thoughts
like hail wreaking beautiful stained scenes,
of heathen ritual reexplained-
Hurt me please I say with her vocal cords
(splice-in-dice razor in my teeth,
tape in my hands,
scattered the dust I drew
from naked sun metaphorsamerican
mesomesa)
Don’t hurt me she says with my mouth bleeding
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cardinalcanvas}
this is twisted
Right now, if I were to
Peer in one of those
Rose colored windows,
And pull myself inside,
[headphones distorting,
close to my eardrums],
‘reelin’’ she says,
‘even Aphrodite,
aint got nothin’ on me.’*
And should this however polite or cordial
prostitute resemble any human i’ve been
inside,
I would cry myself to orgasm,
[headphones distorting,
tangled in my hair].
copyright 1996
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