Thursday, March 9, 2017





cook

inside the creep your
meat reducts uh what
I not ate could not
released the air's
impulsive throat ,s
sounds or sstrokes
upon the ground its
plate of faucetss
cough their final
spatter :wake the
steak mask wake
a worm's thunder
in the kitchen as
a flame slides up !
what's seen's all
yakking ,all's froze
,adripping from
the eyes the holes
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