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The larynx croaks inward devotion.
An existence hewn from varicose flesh.
Palatal tones pass dimly outward
from a slurred and careworn wretch's mouth.
Bereft of love, self inflicted.
The molded image of a crippled whelp.
Marked with a benign crow's foot
and wallowing in placidity.

Once more we're thrust into the vacuum of God's yawning maw.
A dream of human debt repaid. In fear you live and breath and wait and sleep.
Chambers under asphalt buried far beneath the boiling streets.
There is not a hand to save you from the hunter's net.
Society is a blister on the skin of the planet.
Man is a pustule on the face of the Earth.
Grace is a harbor for human ugliness.
Free will is a barrel in the celestial mouth.

True blue syphilitic grace, aligned.
Pellucid intentions of thine.
The knot wood overgrown nursery is reflecting,
“Cerebrum tuum putrida”.
The Goldfinch and the Tern have begun feasting on what’s been left.
The grey matter that the soul mate rejected
Cannot subsist on seed husks.
Where did it go? The sense of enchantment, the endeavors of passion?

Derelict satellite hangs
Looming over a field of broken shields
To bathe deeply in its gaze
Is to plunge beyond reality
I can feel it disintegrating
A garden alight in reverie
Derelict satellite hangs
Looming over a field of broken shields

Earth bulge. Tenuous burgeoning.
Man’s grip slips like the waning warble of an autumn sparrow.
Lists in triads justify means.
The mental cocoon ruptures and within the light erupts.
It chases and raises the shadowed mire of restless longing.
Circuits blister and click.
Branches rattle and crack.
Skull shudders.

Jaundiced skin pulled taught over bones,
worn as thin as opaque papyrus.
Scrap and pull at empty ends as the constant din of static swells.
Methadone gasp in bitter silence, unrequited and unbeknownst.
Gaping cavern to swollen lymph nodes.
Five pounds of flesh to a life of unrest.
A goliath, a Judas, a hellion, invidious.
Indigent mudlark, cadaverous dweller.

“We have each other"
Vulgar fictions of a callow iris.
Purpose is lost.
Heat rises and the foundation looms.
Humidity will swallow the domicile and the ties that bind.
and roots of Earth will consume my home,
under the lonely moon,
and the stars that will never have any memory of us.