Saturday, November 5, 2016

Bloomsaucer Fuckup

glory, eyes rot
confused, 3/5 unadorned
lungs
blush
up yr spine

boy you wore
statue o liberty
heat,
bloomed polyps
paralyzed//

brain giddy &
thick

neuropathways
scatterforce—
o, face—
idiot skin folds
bulbs
churn soil,
potentiate
matter

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