Sweetie not –
crash dive, eaten alive
by torments bound
to Insect Wheel,
Coffin Fly that lays
boute-selle with visions
meat and chuck,
as terrors tightening
mount & f&ck –
bull markets
peak leak heap corrupt!
Profound & deadly
with dismay.
Not stop butterflying
the escaping wind,
whose terrors subsume
a carthorse of sin –
Love – fret and staunch,
countless taunts
what so costly
raises the skin!
Not leave again
this joint under-served
as dawn still cocks
where reapers converge
dares serpent-volant
to waltz back in –
As resorts from heaven
frisson a sly boots grin.
Forlorn, and hapless?
this willful musth
circles like flies,
impotent? restless –
No – arise! now arise!
Buggy? mazed maudlin
shaken & stirred –
Not kick over the vortex?
not swallow the bird –
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