hysteria as (attacked crimson)--lawful father of the perverse
not as national as the dream taking the strange bus to the same place
over and over again--science, phallic hydrogen on sunlight's torn wrist--
69 year-old film sex (silver by American standards)--missile art,
only bringing midnight to your throat's pornography
we are a Lydian egg (paranoia strings) blue--one-eyed, the miracle of socialism hairy sepulchres declared the north's raining species (a jarred circle in sentences like this one)--pregnant yellows out of napalm pressed to black skulls, city-knives that melt air (a dollar's bisexual torrent may clash with maps we create, eight trees of delay)--murmuring fellatio's old breasts hologram (chatter of orbiting hands and semen theory)--federations of tone, identity fossils a missing psychedelia, arachnids tasering folded hate--visor into the gilded, a molten brand of slavery (like the only world we had)--mystical vexation (leave wooded substance to its repetition)
our ideologies have been directed to murder your every song,
the republic's granule of momentum, just another you.
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3 comments:
Like a lot. Prose-wise, we have things in common. Liking your piece isn't meant as sideways vanity, however. Great imagery.
Best wishes.
i can see where murmurists is coming from. not same but like minds. kindred spirits. i too like very much what you are doing.
cool.
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