bedroom pop

the connection between sex and the sky

pirouettes
entirely on
stanza dust

go to the devil!
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those cliches
end
here!

totally
whatever

vuck juice
poem dimple

is it possible to
contra dic tory
your mind boring?

let us stretch out and ponder

apartment buildings & square endings

{only without numbers}

somewhere a hashtag is burning

so slide your poetic giblet into my gunky gook

the pathetic epoch of all our lies

wearing sea-cat trousers

motionless

*

again

am i dead? or just a frozen swimmer

stuck in the flood of your last kiss-

spittle