In an emptiness designed by no one
tried
to print
touch
My knees pray to sugar. I name my sadness after a mountain. Inside the mountain a flower bends to impress worship. No more poems about drinking. No more singsong scarring in the baths I take to burn myself. In a video store a preacher falls asleep emptying the late bibles of my belief. You can’t tell because of the starfish on his face, but that’s Jesus. So what if I yell at a friend in the throes of soft cock capitalism. Oh moon of blank want. I eat myself out to make my brothers laugh. Oh scarce feast of intimacy. My cousin’s band has the best name ever. Everyone is alive. Let’s get high and love our moms.
designed the afterlife designed the afterlife of missing children
designed the dream designed its biological dream
designed image designed a look for the expressionless to use in their broadcast of our expired witness
designed passage designed nothing moving in doom’s souvenir deer
death
isn’t moving
a ghost is an angel that remembers killing god
Time is still leaving Eden.
We go through so many animals.
by tomorrow I will have run out of the week I need to make it through
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