Psalm 6:6 and this is how a young boy finds manhood | at once constructed and crushed | into the body | on his back drunk cheek to burnt floor | ass wet on fire and lifted toward the sky of the den | a circling of wax-wood laths | the circle of his face […]

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is the ordinariness of color is dirty money is the last trap on the left is the viscous part gone amok; an echo-shuffle of feet shucking is the plug telling you he wouldn’t bullshit is a blackish colored rat he spit up—its body hobbled in bile, already a sung secret is getting gurbed for your […]

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