RareForm
Bluelight Crew
~I threw flames.
the trash of your ~faces~
burrowing holes
into this cranium slit
I made a basket of tied apples.
the many follicles of fascination blazing off
the dash and windshield
(((((((( SHATTERING ))))))))
jabbed
p.a.r.t.i.c.l.e.s. of glass
our broadtail is mythic in parody
a crimson palette of piled flesh
our variance / your demise
we'll fight till the hindquarters go
in its right place
our mission
calculated assault
our versions of passivity
disgrace with shadowed retina cages
your figure is built equated in excursion to spaced lines
( fixed on a hill-crawl to a new vein
the mark of cinders
bolds through involvement )
the lemmings follow feet behind.....
( pipers throat gurgles blank
towering in evangelical speech )
you met me in a wasted
loss of words
the babble of two kings
sliced from the heading
I know care
it fits the sofa
you know I pray too much
each to his own
( always sketching blocks
that paint the image-portrait
of the word
casting spell upon the voyeur )
you watch this scene
the fractured skull of metal
the broke harp-bone of plastic
stuck to our teeth
all ink smudged dark to the skin
fuck you
as the mercedes wheel
pedals under your breath
such event that passes into
overshadow the shine gone from
slight of hand features no one
stands to go wrong
for your amazement our
bodies design flaws
newly eroded on a close
bound miracle
good for us that we
could stand to live
bad for them to watch us die
follow the brought incineration
third degree in theme
on such a trip of weights
flowing from the wreath of nerve
in our landscaped collapse of heart
we build our castle to find the
burial ground where we can match
the distressed palm against the air
s.t.o.p.
( CONTINUE )
missing the temporary relief of goodbye
f.a.d.e
~and hope that calibers
may soon meet your face
the trash of your ~faces~
burrowing holes
into this cranium slit
I made a basket of tied apples.
the many follicles of fascination blazing off
the dash and windshield
(((((((( SHATTERING ))))))))
jabbed
p.a.r.t.i.c.l.e.s. of glass
our broadtail is mythic in parody
a crimson palette of piled flesh
our variance / your demise
we'll fight till the hindquarters go
in its right place
our mission
calculated assault
our versions of passivity
disgrace with shadowed retina cages
your figure is built equated in excursion to spaced lines
( fixed on a hill-crawl to a new vein
the mark of cinders
bolds through involvement )
the lemmings follow feet behind.....
( pipers throat gurgles blank
towering in evangelical speech )
you met me in a wasted
loss of words
the babble of two kings
sliced from the heading
I know care
it fits the sofa
you know I pray too much
each to his own
( always sketching blocks
that paint the image-portrait
of the word
casting spell upon the voyeur )
you watch this scene
the fractured skull of metal
the broke harp-bone of plastic
stuck to our teeth
all ink smudged dark to the skin
fuck you
as the mercedes wheel
pedals under your breath
such event that passes into
overshadow the shine gone from
slight of hand features no one
stands to go wrong
for your amazement our
bodies design flaws
newly eroded on a close
bound miracle
good for us that we
could stand to live
bad for them to watch us die
follow the brought incineration
third degree in theme
on such a trip of weights
flowing from the wreath of nerve
in our landscaped collapse of heart
we build our castle to find the
burial ground where we can match
the distressed palm against the air
s.t.o.p.
( CONTINUE )
missing the temporary relief of goodbye
f.a.d.e
~and hope that calibers
may soon meet your face
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