The Insects In My Face

the page locker greases spended thought log where
I was wridden ,junk of ink ,speculae and trip
tych ticking in my pants like lunar sloth like
aspirate your hose .focused and tossed ,“odd”ly
busted or like phases of my clock release ,runny
torta upended on my pillow ,was sunk I think
.spy my teeth or slabulate ,plunging decklines
and a wall of ants and moths a pul

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Osculating the Udder

slowly puzzled where I drank or drink the
smoulder wisp my shoulder settling on a
lamp sizzles in the toilet where my craw my
claw my caw congeals and I footed toward
the window .lo uder un der ,sill it’s forkèd
view dun there ,swallowed sand flowing in the
street I capsulate ,you number me ,I strained
the socklint through my teeth a

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mold )one( juicing
slap )one( crust
dime )one( foot
roll )one( crack
felt )one( dowel
leaf )one( burger
name )one( knock
last )one( engine
dry )one( nickel
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elbow the clock
off the jungle
try the slobber
mind the flavor
itch the tuna
shave the tumbling
gyre the nostril
doze the sleeper
wake the wall
find the quitting
numb the land
bile the tosser
call the lump
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