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Do you want to dip the rat
Do you want to dip the ratCompletely in oil
Do you want to dip the ratBefore we eat it eat it
Do you want to dip the ratCompletely in oil
Before we eat itTender tender meat
Like pork shoulder100 traps set
80 hanging in a row to be broiledWith you
I’d take it rawTiny pink feet
Glistening with oilLegs and feet
Glistening with oilMatted fur and face
Weighted down with oilEverything in oil
But the teeth are shiny cleanNo what I really want to know
Before you open that mouth againShould we completely dip the rat in oil
Before we eat it eat itShould we completely
Dip the rat in oilBefore we eat it
Floral pattern
I feel super needy todayThe worst part of admitting thisIs that no one will careThis the pattern I seeWhen I close my eyes too quicklyNot a pattern of beingBut a floral pattern from the 70sYellows and orangesYou know social mediaIs bad for mePeople are tooI am 37 and still a childIn my thinking about peopleSo I avoid them entirelyI smileBut that’s about itI’ll never know anyoneEgo dissolvingNot anythingI will never be anythingBut that’s ok tooWhat if anythingOn the beach the flowers areWhat wildWhat was ever wildHe wrote the last thing I could beNot a relationshipBut in artHe said what we were was artNot a needNot even an art needWhat is an art needSo full of cultureWhat is a cultusCoitusMy silly sublimeBright turquoise palm flowersOver a magenta huePalindrome in the nightAsking meFor my predictionAnd upon divinationI said it was a great love in a museumNo I meant meNo I mean myselfDarling all nightI have been flickering off on offHeavy as a lecher’s kissThe neon lights of the overlayThe room that will always be timelessNot an intrapersonal concernBut an art oneThe moonNo doorBut a face in its own rightMy mindA bloodhoundFor oblivionAlready in the houseAnswer your phoneCall meCall me I will answerFrom inside your houseDripping my wares everywhereAnswer meWas I really so unreposedNaked corpseSo slowly workingAnswer meWas I really soPalindrome of shadow and lightNot a thing of worthBut a barmaidThat’s all you wantedIn the lilac lightWhere I gave upMy most sacred to youWithout a second’s thoughtAnd you answered the phoneFrom another sphereLaughingLaughing at meLaughing
Milk, No 2
I keep doing this past what is pointlessI keep doing it past what is goodI rise, and I am not sick anymoreBut you are sleeping, breath fallingIt is 8 am somewhereMaybe in LAWhere my brother sleeps, fitfullyIn arms of sundressMaybe where my mother livedHer whole life and got the sun in her tooI think back to what I was 10 years agoMaybe 20, the peopleGreat Aunt Ida told meTo live this oneThe dreams they say of menI paint their eyelids as alwaysIn what colorsOf course, the greensI just keep making these thingsPast the point of what is normalI look for faces but the eyes are deadBut when you look at me, I can’t lieBaby, it’s with loveI never knew what it was to be this wayBut then again I never let myself beCascade of oceanThe beach was lost and darkThe house was dark darkI went in, I wasn’t scaredIt wasn’t the going in the door that struck meIt was the getting out, or even wanderingWhat’s behind the hidden doorsCan I find a bed thereCan I set up my electronic thingsCan I put this machine onIt’s my armor to protect youI have nothingYou are in a glass houseThe fall of itOrange hearts one after the otherMy true love is sleepingI tell him, don’t restI swirlI find anotherAnother with the moonHe writes me letters,The sweet bees are for youTwenty-nine beesLike a beekeeperNo it is the bees who are my loversFor them I am but a flowerI enter the sceneFor the bees, I am magenta foreverI enter the scene, not the houseIt’s easy to be braveThe house is not glass, it’s plasticIt’s clear and hotI can see you, FlowerI can see you simplyYour headAnd it’s burstingWith colors no one knows aboutI can see you AnimalYou breatheAnd it’s not to raise the deadI read, and it’s to find the breathingI read to my babyAbout the thingsMilk, it connectsMilk it is not cumA kind of off-white bloodNot an aftereffectI squirt all over the sheetsMy lifeforceNot blood, but cumMilk is not what the air givesIt is what you areYou say you let yourself goMaybe you didn’tMaybe you should squeeze outEverything you haveMy true love he is awakenedBy the flooding of it allNot blood but meWhen I leaveI’ll leave behind not this stainBut this jewelry of beingI’ll put in a vial the frozen thingsMy baby, you died before it all beganThen you livedAnd lived longerI gave you all I hadWho wouldn’tThis isn’t a story you knowThis isn’t an article, I’m sureI’m sure of itThis isn’t the going inThis is what is outI squeeze and all the lifeforceI am not shell, or what I would have assumedI am snake again, and I can make it a hundred timesTrue love you sleep on dark red sheetsI bleed everywhere you drink meIt is off-white and iron-filledWe read love lettersWritten by the beesThey write of black and blue flowersThey are burstingIn ways we could not seeYou kiss me and I squeeze out the orange flowersIn a clear house we and the pansiesButterflies and beesBlood red milkIt’s drinkableYou drink meAnd I am no longer meBut lifeforceBlood and bonesPeachPeaches, and the palm treesThe sun, the beachBlood red beesThat when I speakThe burnHot ash yellow flowerIn a clear houseBaby when you breatheI can feel you sleepingAll alone, darkening roseI rise, no longer meNo, once I thought it was overI didn’t go inI went outArrows going away from the centerNot quarterly, but to seeAsh is not cumBlood red cum, milkingBreathing milk, breathing beesBlood red beeHe flewInto the hothouse flowerIt was clearIt was not to cumYellow pansyIt was to see
I feel the heavy
I feel the heavy feelingOf being in the dead man’s roomI feel it tooAll I have done and notWar-tornBirth-tornInto the nightThey sought from meI can’t even imagineWhat my ancestors enduredAll for whatSo I go and buy an islandThe mosquito buzzes around meIt seeks meIt seeks theeMeGhosts,I know you seek meI seek youYou I seek, tooBees,I am a walkingFlower goddessGoodbye,I said to the air, the skyHeavy heavyYou are heavyIn my arms,The sky said to meI know I am,Said the bee
