nectar
i forget to drink water,
you scoot, take your little wagon,
sometimes in the desert
shouting the dirty mouth,
bats fly over cactus to cactus
with these death parts between,
lucid dreams, or am i see-ing this for real.
i am a sucker,
blood honey, the whole nine,
bathe in stretched out rays
black spots left after scrubbing
decay is a tooth, tooth, tooth
smile.
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PISS TAR
i always remember what the most healthy thing is,
i can fly in a submarine to a mooncloud that melts the dick off alien dogs,
it's cold under the green moon and i'm howling,
if there was a tongue flying through the louvre i'd knife it so it stuck to some famous thing,
everyone would talk about the tongue then,
or forever my spine itches,
or my boat is dying but i row loudly,
there's something fantasizing about being a mechanic,
but also then fucking three african-american models in a four million dollar car,
i am spitting all over myself,
drooling boring, boring spit,
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