It's nice
when you take the time to read to me,
your latex vice
wrapped through my ears like words in wax.
As of late your cares have been lax, jackal.
It's dusty and dim and
faint outlines trace over the stucco ceiling where
we once sank in sin, and now only heady fans
turn zodiac past dilated skies.
Savannah hands.
Oceanic eyes.
I think that maybe these glasses can help me escape
your 6-minute, 8 millimeter
pixilated
tape.








Devious Comments
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"Of course, the entire effort is to put oneself outside the ordinary range of what are called statistics." - Stephen Spender
Fuck you, I'm a dragon!
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