A rolling fire in a tire
of merciless desire

causes and raptures
to resist, or desist

its raw caw-caw 
purr and paw
escaping banalities

magnified into poison
raids the morn

ferns into porn corn
o’er the bleak
becomes the reborn…

My monkey hate
for squirrels and bate

how the subterfuge
escalates…

spins the tan
out of hand

the oceanic sublime
sedates the abhorrent

and drives my ship
of fools and tools

smashes it apart
gaping through

a break wall 
of love
and all its sorrows.

And linger 
ass under

its blanket of death
falling with furniture

on the infinite
on the infinite...

A greed, my mooon
has infinitely 
come to trust 

for all its lost causes
barreling
 
into the crack
between sweet and evil 

what necessitates
the prints of darkness.

Treasured mutiny of waves
I built a home for it
in stomach of love.

To feed the whirr ship
caught healing me 
again

love sometimes can be
a kind of negative thing, 

a jump
over the waterfall
and swept away.

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