At bottom sits
jokers wild
wild with blastments
bloodbird & riddled
curmurrings pose villianry
sweet and dangling
mingle-mangles
my storming breathlessness
as drums smoke pores
violently open
glomming torched
spun & rattling
into your arms
seditiously soaking
the bloodguilty throat
of a whir & drone iron lung
whose leaf lard
bleeds & breeds
glint, boxed-in
savagely caroms
with the fury of love
and the frenzy of death.
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