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awkward obvious gawk down your shirt
jerk-off fable, saved and raided lately
soothe me or cut me loose
(“click” says the camera)
ban my boy voice
it is poison

liquor-slicked lips wrapped cumbersome
around tomorrow’s sorry worry words
rule me or ruin cruelly
(“zizz” says the electron)
we can’t learn things
my wings burn

OFFICIAL USE ONLY:
You are summoned
Bring your only self
And no other
Or your twin

I’ll resume the poem:

there once was a man from Austin
a city he got lost in
the weed was okay
he couldn’t stay
but at least it wasn’t Des Moines

No, really:

see? my clown show howl, show me your
round skin facing down now
lurid words hurry up
(“crack” says the match)
ripe, bright ass-things
pass along tonight

so

old cats along the fence
along the girder of moon and fog
tumble to dark



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