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Au Naturel Smirk
Chamber:
candelabras mumbled, bestowing passion murmurs; none
Blue circles, clear moon, kings and lil’ men no doubt shamed
jousting the lusts of killing time (the choking kind) - I
know you.
Natural light, midnights quarreling foe, squirrels and tumbling sugar
shall the swing give love here? Love here… The cinematic porpoise
lacking stagnant rubbish, trust, loyalty: love
children of paleface faux real. Unseen. Obscene. Loud. Placatingly placated.
Puppies breath they do bark.
Trees of spring, young and naïve; no leaf found, seen, whispering, glowering
trumping fences, arsenal of insanity… Foolish
common, decadent, spoiled like silverspoons caressing chapped
and tender, infantile lips.
I breath truth. They bark puppies’ breathe
high beyond the shoulder.
Kennels don’t want me, my treachery, my scandal; my joie d’ vivre
rather bones in satan’s grotto turning for unseen messiah, insanely hopeful
gathering no-goods from yesterday’s trash - I
hate you.
Lumps of coal abide, obey, curtsey, bow, follow shrunken heads
limp & impotent: my chastity glows embers of white smoke
eyes of aqua marines, the clown-clothed paparazzo limbos amongst
heat stacks and crazy trees,
the sweat off my flared nostril a laugh
dripping falsetto song, blasphemy, musket reprise, real common.
I bow slightly afoot the rhythm, my backside a laughing stocked
memory sure, dream, fantasy, common barrels of woe slightly a’ thither.
Smile a’ naturel; natural light sipped on thirstily, swallowed whole -
oysters know me: mine travesty unshucked and well prepared.
I see darkness smirk.
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