balletomineyour perfumed middle-aged recession addiction to middleclass redemtion the lithe and youthful exhibitions they said 70 is a good age to hit hard so in between the champagne and canapes at interval you hole up in the stylish stalls in the bathrooms of the maison d'opera the maison d'opiates you can disguise the running nose with thin, wind-welcoming stoles and fevered enthusiasm with rapture at performanceballetomine
the sonntag + liebovitz affairsatin in paintings looks like real satin when you don't look directly at it. peripheral vision shows you the finished product. focus teaches you constructive process.the sonntag + liebovitz affair
how do i rid me of these delinquent feelings? drive them out to a yellow wood to assassinate them? then go back to living on the breadline. living as
a photograph of the knuckle-dustered punchline.
entrope Ilove is a tropical disease: cholera, demons, libertineentrope I
i'm grown stormy, solvent-sea-nile to frequent, sequenced sin soilent envy and incongruous wins
'dying of a long word'; shipwrecked in nostalgia; hanging by an anecdote
woolen contraceptive sumpting figtree limb frenulum brontosaurus
throat
preventing deciduous tuberculosis, ecobourgois decapitation or decapitulation
a disambiguation of your friendly, fremd vice.
fundraiserif you turned up at my doorstep draped and decked infundraiser
a patchwork emporor's new robe of chinchilla, mink, stole and other rats and golden stars like bathroom tiles upon your peachy-glowing cheeks begging me to support your dwindling art, your brittle, ghost-eyed child of a message it's lonely bones interlocked with the stones of a grey-dirt-foamy beach i would not offer my charity, my muscles and breath to a current a current death-dancing around you like hamlet in the storm
i wouldn't do this were you rich, because rich things turn my
fugazi -star of my adolescence
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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~ rThou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girl's pants; use it to get into their heads! ~
Hey.
how art thou?
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no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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*meow*
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