green laser light amputates my eyeballs / my dream of them looking/ staring / gouging out the wounds of the war dead searching for metal / scrap / rag and bone descends to respective dust types / snorted / imbibed / rattling around a pretty bloodstream / grove / a solace of trees/ lithe and green with foreign sounding words / red milk / soft pastry skin / a breakfast / a beginning / sullen days / years like manic minutes pass away / deceased chronologies / people fuck in another room as I relieve myself of processed vodka and coke / empty boredoms clank / glass on glass / see through walls that should always be kept lower than eyebulbs so the further edge of the ellipse fools you into thinking there is more than there is / digestion / acid / erosion / and the shit people expelled in obeisance of the narrative / the story / monotone and full of gods / full of phrases that end their own life’s / hung / drawn / dissected and photographed decapitations / a line of heads on the shore / sockets vacant / amputated.....
5 comments:
alriiiiiiiiight
it's getting nuts in here again!
if anything goes into Rob's last stint as Editor then this should.
Forrest, nab this fellow for your mag too. He's a Scott but I can forgive him that!
;)
youre right, CJ
can i have your permission to rip this from here and feature it in the next StarFish, DD?
yeah thnx ... rip away
thanks so much, DD!!
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