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temporal manifesto for the necessity of poets
steel hand blades washed
to the discerning crux of the feathers touch
for the surgeon
precise cuts are the line between
van gough brush strokes painting eyes in the thick gold
of the country sun and the eternal ink of oblivion
but you poet
dirty nails clawing this piteous
refuse of words
for something that gets us off
pissed
fuck-sucked
or gentle weeping
in love
the garbage of your skin
reeks needled abuse
and primping egotism
the jagged art of your rusty
word pills and bruised
heart-arrow pierced pussies
punch and kiss themselves
with nails to hang
from the gallery of tongues
no immaculate lie to save us now
let us lie then like dogs
in this ass sniffing
wound licking charade
your loathing tongue mind
drips gristle burned words
like greasy blood into the moon-lonely
throat howl rising like the hand of a drowning man
but you swallow the sea
crawling out, salt leaking from your eyes
burning life's whip tracks
up to her hips now in amputated
limbs, the scalpel long replaced with saws,
the van gough sun now a bloody musket ball smeared in bite the bullet whiskey brown skies
maybe the ragged poet
wipes our eyes in the end
with cracking glacier yelps
like bayonet lullabies drifting
to pine needle dreams
a brown dead hair of tree bed
my fetal curled body suspended
in the sleepy milk of night
no yoga will keep the waking
snake choke day-break thrum
of each buzz flock whale wailing
moan from migrating to memory
but you poet
dirty nails clawing this piteous
refuse of words
to the discerning crux of the feathers touch
for the surgeon
precise cuts are the line between
van gough brush strokes painting eyes in the thick gold
of the country sun and the eternal ink of oblivion
but you poet
dirty nails clawing this piteous
refuse of words
for something that gets us off
pissed
fuck-sucked
or gentle weeping
in love
the garbage of your skin
reeks needled abuse
and primping egotism
the jagged art of your rusty
word pills and bruised
heart-arrow pierced pussies
punch and kiss themselves
with nails to hang
from the gallery of tongues
no immaculate lie to save us now
let us lie then like dogs
in this ass sniffing
wound licking charade
your loathing tongue mind
drips gristle burned words
like greasy blood into the moon-lonely
throat howl rising like the hand of a drowning man
but you swallow the sea
crawling out, salt leaking from your eyes
burning life's whip tracks
up to her hips now in amputated
limbs, the scalpel long replaced with saws,
the van gough sun now a bloody musket ball smeared in bite the bullet whiskey brown skies
maybe the ragged poet
wipes our eyes in the end
with cracking glacier yelps
like bayonet lullabies drifting
to pine needle dreams
a brown dead hair of tree bed
my fetal curled body suspended
in the sleepy milk of night
no yoga will keep the waking
snake choke day-break thrum
of each buzz flock whale wailing
moan from migrating to memory
but you poet
dirty nails clawing this piteous
refuse of words
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