STAR (PARALLELOGRAM)
like certain aberration of a time that doesn’t
fit,
close ups seems so sorted out, and venture
meads all quit,
a friar uncle of
masturbation, too much like the cones dripping neat,
circadian alter and
forget as nought to drink
deciduous rigmarole,
sobriety’s much to think,
a lack of sustenance
and whip-load,
a negative certain
and tackle-free
win consolately,
taken temporary around a blink,
a genuine lust for
around the bend
and timidness starts
with a must,
we can’t see much here
without layering,
palpitation and fists
squash,
a determined obituary
living life-like,
a guess indeterminate
where there be fuss,
a curtain drab of
fancy make and gesticulating on the brink,
i need no ignorance
around me,
the thrash is an undemanding sink,
like luscious and
toyboy and mutual forever remain,
a fated encumberance
upon zero laughs the game beyond locksmiths way
and
here, deny it, look
candy-apple, out of the
way
show glassiness and
hindrance, build volcano to the
sane
i might shadow, and
there in deliberate, the dust even says too
profane
i might illeterate,
and inventory, there’s not much data
when in chicane
a nearly console, and
tactition, meeks a blood red lotion of forgiven
a sacrimental
fastidiousness,
and lack of dignity
here given,
within concrete
solitaire of already delights
to wear out,
to
recede,
to forbidden.
nicoleeferris 041203
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