Nyctophobia
a closed mouth
rigor
mortis tight as
sourness
explodes into
acid
pleasures.
nails
that
rip open the air
with
slick melodies are admired
for
hours on end.
three
used dresses shaking
outside
the cracked window.
she
moaned
without
purpose.
a
wetness blanket.
she
moaned because she forgot.
(bare
feet sliced open
a
new body for victimizers -
a
leyden jar phenomena).
fingers
are attached
to
vacuum her soul
afterwards
they hold the jar up.
she
gazes at it
she
gazes through it
and
admires its contents
(reminiscent
of a glossy
porno
magazine
from
1970).
rotten
papier-mache
mouthing
the word “hate”
as
she crushes it with her feet
revitalizing
slivers of glass
a
publication that soothes no more.
they’re
all stored in the attic that she
entered
through the rancid pine panels
while
she shields
her
mouth with a dirty white cloth
sucking
back her saliva
so
the asbestos
doesn’t
invade.
a
tight and hot example,
a
change is the scientific new way.
a
new feminine
gender
rises.
a
new noise for
her
swollen lips.
a
new theory that’s
using
mathematics.
then
onto the bed.
an
electronic
deep
slow stroke
that
was shared.
slant
/ slant
“i
want you.”
“forever.”
deafness
in
the
3rd
person.
final
measurements.
jar
is reassembled.
the
preparation included complex food,
followed
by a pleasant interlude in basic cutting skills.
“i
want you.”
“forever.”
compulsion in the hall of mirrors
a
republished and re-read case of sleaze
try
to talk about the
photographs
taken at the dining table as
blades
fly through centuries of arcaded windows
between
the cracks
between
the red-white
stares
at
glass
cold touch as she braces
her
naked back against silver
surrounded
by a gilt frame
framed
as a fluorescent
hiss-buzz
kisses
her
hair
gently
she
sees it across the way
barbed
wire wrapped around
a
woman bracing her back against a negative form
tracing
a disappointment and writing home about it once
white
sound as hands fondle her hair
a
buzzing so gentle
a
shiny victim crawling
a
shiny victim intoning
about
the minx in her apartment
private
and away hidden hidden
sing:
a
pushbutton knife,
a
switch
moan:
careful
in avoiding this room
avoiding
the
mistress
of posting trauma
the
mistress of the reverse
an
invitation to one date for sighing
the
silken nugget models rest under laden trees
crested
with heat that is pruned as pain
admiring
the bland landscape
discussing
absolutely nothing of relevance
paddling
each blade
shaping
the forms
beginning to feel both. repeat.
.what
she said.
“what?” she said.
beginning to feel both. repeat.
grasping
what was curious they were announcing
a
time to travel silver walls
loudspeakers
painted
ebony figures embossed in black
touch
each other’s faces
as
they walk slow slow
discussing
physics and condensed together
as
they look forward to the birth
of
heavy leather dreams – they could see it - almost
she
put her blindfold back on
she
put her raybans back on
scientists
use her
fuzzy
crazy black gauze swirl
caliber
9 things chatter chatter
poignant
bitter surf beat
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