Pasta La Vista ✅


1
Meet me
in a bar afar.

Rustle me out
of this ocean wreck,

urchin for tools
Bering Strait.

2
Meet me
on the Bridge of Sighs

bell and the fog
harrow and cark.

Kiss a grace
of this hour and face.

Pull me out
of this can of fire.

3
Every needling thirst
a howling prowling curse

relentless and lurking
a gluttony of desire

pander and thunder
and wonder and plunder

hot and sullen
a chariot to fire.

Bad to sad
driving me mad!

3
Gunning for livery
fell in too low!

caught like a fuckwit
in the murderous undertow

fiendishly bled
colors of dead -

4
Keeper of flame -
Dancing across the lane.

Struck a mortal vein.
Piercing the sublime,

robbed me
of my mind.

5
Outside of reality
foibles of my fatality

grew slubs on lime
as graces apprehending

incendiary
and the divine

vomit or comet
or emptiness of sky

a forge of alerts,
incongruities fallow and flirt.

6
Turned my turtle
on her spine

bunnies tracking
every crime.

Every pose and evil
came to chase

spinning angels
in their place.

7
Titillations
accost by depths

resilient insidious
thirst. Throws

of oceanic blindness
sharpened and nursed

in outflow, of bottle
that you burst.


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