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I've forgotten how you don't want me.
Your cuspid leers dismiss.
Your blinding glare burns up the choir of courting shadows
down to jeering scowls & narrowed looks,
the spearmint sweat & murmurs choke,
the sexless throbbing air & bitter perfume rot.
Don't you see, turning back, my shallowed
breath's falter rattle, “collapse”?
Does the surfeit taste my spit,
bathe in sputum cisterns where you
whet your lips? Drown.
Don't drop your crown my belle lettres,
stooped to sniff septic paddock calyxes.
Your saccharine shades of tulle undressed
feed flies strychnine smiles from manure mouths.
Plattered carcass speaks in silver tongues:
“What I want flutters forevers & elsewheres,
if not to wither smothered in arms clasped
then to molt at stake upon a lovelorn pyre.”
What cloven whims entertain wile away from nubile romance.
Thusly so, since Demise forbears your fawnings
take misery as your paramour.
Don't bend boughs to curtsey; simply pine,
kneel lest you fall hopelessly from yours evermore.
Were we to, in clouds, weave bodies supine,
I'd worry my starry Tarantella would awaken homely.
You lock eyes with shallow water
standing in your vitreous.
Since my dumb swan's warble begs poesy,
descry these alms; a serenade I descant:
This verse is yours
to dovetail, resound,
All I've left to lay upon:
Atropa Belladonna.
Yet dance effete, in throes of prosier thrums.
Cavort with want of grasping my largesse.
Naught but boorish trials nigh dogmatized,
now divan recumbent, my retched apple, spitted sati.
Is my budding tongue so sour?
Quite the telling snub from one so omphacine; it's just insatiety.
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released March 13, 2011
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