[dead man]

don't accuse me.

these walls are fluctuating at night
morning-time they wheeze through respirators for life
deerskin shaved for a kite. windswept meadowy lawn
rearranging basic structure into legible song
demonstrable horror. the last house on the left
finger pluck a vital artery straight out of your chest
break glaciers into angel food. a powdery mess
arrive outside the Grammys in an hour or less
sour or pensive. if you give a mouse an infection
he'll want penicillin with it. don't know what you expected.
we've accomplished retention - ibuprofen, lozenges, breath mints
you hear it echo, in your hallway, for a second. then it vanishes
way beyond your vanity fair, behind the cabinets
banging on the walls to beg for sacrilege. imagine this,
plastic covered canisters. dampened wicks for ammunition
ruby panther amulet. a dying family's last tradition
creaking boards, apparitions. sarsaparilla, bad decisions
crack addiction, television. jacking off to Maggie Simpson
hold your tongue. it's bad for business, keep to yourself
the people you relate to are the people that melt
skin pops like Stouffer's tops. it's radiation that sells
it grows difficult to feel beneath these measles and welts
lead me to Hell. be my guardian. my conduit often
dull my blade post haste. close shave. Wallace and Gromit
distonic, dystopian problem-child roped into promises
living just to voice an opinion i'll later contradict
sometimes it's the opposite and humans are right
you can catch me at the hospital for soup and a sprite
putting Lucy in the skylight suite for 60 a night
daydreaming into darkness to resist the enticement
of recidivistic reprise, i've experienced a minute's escape
caterpillars of strength. i crawled away. the clinic can wait
licking to taste. devoid of any physical traits
still i miss you like a saturday at Michigan Lake
am i liquid or lace? craving a resentful embrace
i've built a mask so fucking intricate it mimics a face





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