anarcoveranareinthearcweare
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And Here Comes: My Adorable Act of Importance: Little Lothario and Slumping the Skin (in). In the City, the Backdrop of---------------Ã “Why, Despite” Becomes
Mottled and Dead. And We Begin to Run-Along the Melodic howrel’s hump
and Skip.
And then Casket and Trip. The High, Far-Carving
and Ridging Laugh. “Distorted and Dicktored.” And this Soars Through Yours. And Your Body: is not an Attempt, a Lick, a Lake and Again I’m Awake. And your Body: is Caught
in the Armpits of a Retracting, yet Exact
Logic. By Which Means: Doubt Interrogates Me on the Daily. And this Strange, yet Warm Side of the Grass
Positions My Defensive Objection. This is an Isolation Project and Yet: I want to Prolong this Exterior Hunger, like an Excuse, like an
Orgasm, like Ketchup. And it All Circles back to this Question:
Where, in the fuck, are my Keys. “A Border Hoarder of Disorder as my General Approach to Order.” Forming this into a Promise that will Ultimately
Divide. At First Glance: this should be Hit Against its Ringer. One Cannot Say that, but One Can Say this.
Dilly-Dallying through the
Ideal World Because Everyone is on the Bend
of a Mend. And Here: Where Love is Petrified
from the Inside AS IF out. Detached from the Pleasure Enters that Galloping Desire. This Tension Plays-Itself for Abasement, Art and that Lease We just Signed for a
Year in this House. Thus: Begin, again
from what We Are:
an arc (over)
an Are in the arc we Are.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
