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dreary photos want jazz
quietly before dark, before fiery fingers float above warrior pyre, along the edge of pharoah's grave. walk desperately, dare reptiles to hinder flight, to shroud sleep with stormy waves, with ice cakes and ice floes crammed together in mud and grass. out the window you emerge from jeweled nutrients, finally tango aloft.
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boulders fall on isaac
it doesn't matter unless you live a billion on blinking biplanes the border on all sides wants me open and closed on a terrible boundary like dirt we dig to hide in a mournful hole with mommy i say it doesn't matter isaac i say stars twine blinking on your unblinking body after a star shines clear for worldwide dawn just witness clearly shining biplanes visibly yours your dry parametric taxi wars want youngest biplane's thin prehistoric suffering babies small as sand grains try to crush the armored cars and pile up virus on the road astonishingly fast so blinking quantum baby has immense hope she'll astonish viral genes that charm your empy door share my young flat youth with berries
minus eminent nude wearing flippant dead babes naked nightclub healing father flesh both yellow virgin graves now kill vagina killed young chemical nothing amen kill terrified yoga queen break weak sailor queen break therefore tassel strange like always focus cosmic peer point us again so royal steel your eyeball finds dynamic ocean beside his naked guilty breath against ferocious gentle night because stars sparkle jointly dance black feast so open quiet different needs i take myself no planet joint protect explodes and argues trapped once upon a time in a dinosaur egg i give birth to three kind radios starving in a soviet prison, an oasis of radio waves fills me with warm water. my tongue inside you tastes the ocean between planets, seas swim in your eyes. smiling for me, the great one scrapes dawn off the musical planet, demands generous light around stars, brave and mirrored clouds swim in your eyes when the crew vehicle rolls a slow bouncer
to the linden tree too smooth to eat i listen to my cohort of apples oranges and pears and wake up exhausted in the land of no sleep it was so exciting to slumber in the sudden wet pool i can describe exactly or else forget because i'll again slather one two or three percent of her cashmere cheek so i eat some of the crew vehicle before the bottom of the sea comes to eat it grinding the proteins of history into one atom you grind up like charlie chaplin there's an empty place on market street where i used to ask for my locked up dreams i imagine the naked woman there laughs till my eyes crack open and bleed she reminds me it's too rainy to go hungry too rainy to remember my friends is it dinner time or september i'll go outside to see if my dogs arrived with drops of water from the burrow of names and bellow I've published my latest book -- Girders of the Night. It's available on amazon, b&n and lulu.com. Hope you like it! -- David  god takes off all his clothes
while young leaders green and guilty drink doll blood unhappy orchids fall among those pouring infinity into god’s clothes I look under the couch and see a bulgarian tank bulldoze back and forth over the russian gangster city hacking internet doll blood in their arms so they can't jack off til the party purges all her clothes in the dining room where fred and what's her name arose fucking fiercely as she proudly wags her big bare galaxy and sucks sweet doll blood nasty operas text you weary whale mythos all night and pervert your ancient integrity once god takes off all his clothes and drinks doll blood i wait for email that never comes from the glass eye on mars
the open martian eye hides the rocket blasting a plague of robots to the roses in my pocket but i wanted to be free so i walked down Aniara and no one with clothes dies on any other spaceship so i fly past her planet with a little blood on my fingers and gently stroke her trembling crimes as she eats flames between planets where no planetismal will creep in her lungs and cry for her flaming heart for the forgotten world of days tangled together in this ancient firepit where men and women stream like gas and dust from passing stars their thrilling dreams of gas and dust like snowflakes fall on distant hills and melt as droplets i can’t touch in my uniform i look carefully in the car window
and order the driver to learn all the sky and earth out the car window where senators flying out the car window violate butterflies charging weary voters suck from the radio a flowering universe that knows the old stories miles and miles before time bled from our wrists until empty and eaten by the adoring goddess we die like mama in us |
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