Last Call

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breaking laws, emptying trash cans, employing agents, genius in action, page by page, unpublished bull terriers, learning, earning, medieval adventure, and other assorted sins which bring us to the frontiers of psychosis.

21.3.03

what a prize for beauty:

brave flesh
bent to
desiccate phonemes
for the deaf interpreter
who hears bodies missing.
The corpses are sent packing,
demotic fights in whispers
in the ears of hate syndicate funerals.
The poultice shrug for death,
obsolete are angels in firestorms,
mercies for cheap at firesales
blueprints for the undertakers to connect
the bodies arrived
haunting wave goodbye
second guess the air you breath
while heaven takes a bow.

1:04 PM