Wednesday, March 28, 2018

your pulsing faucet numbs

an excrement mannequin collapses
next a podium maze its maggots
swarm and flee muddy down a
street elongation toward a
smirking doll propped up contra
in a teetering glass box be lie fs
be gon polyethelene foaming out its
face and finished knowing rotted skin
the bearers grunt and moan inflated
giggling as they struggle keep the
vertiginous box upright digestive
rain and thunder gather at the end
of the street

Spattered with gobbets from
Sound Ritual Number 84” by
bill beamer & Jim Leftwich


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