Saturday, October 10, 2015

poem || Texas Fontanella

moron you

&     I,

undressed
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drones
    
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actu
 
ated

   
keyne
 
to ra
 
id z
debt
 
or b
   
ases,
     
to e
       
xcel
         
irate

                
,
                
but

            
in. th
         
e lan
   
grid
g.e.
 
of t
 
heia 
   
od
      
dres
       
s or
             
t
             
he bro
                 
secutor

         
is pu
   
t a r
   
oil ove
       
the dice,
a buy prod
          
ucked of
                    
+his sai
                         
ling nation of

                               
blood s
                        
weat an
                         
d t!ers, a
                             
desigyre to
                                   
diet wit
                                  
h dignaty
 
                                     & O


                       
talcum
              
y wifi love her
                 
& that I

                 
her
               
d it, acro
               
nymph,

       
tho
  
rough
fare the gr
ape vein

       
&
vented
ur t
 
ake
for s
um resin

(per
  
hips

    
autistic
integrity???)

     
a)
        
2

  
p er
    
tit io
   
n ag
ainst

      
ctheese
          
queen
               
pho
            
bic

pans, a
 
s   tart
   
edgy, migh
        
bribe
          
to be,

   
kar
     
ma sutu
             
red,
        
just two
 
notes ag
o,

sa
  
ying get
            
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your sh
                     
elves, 4 we
                              
ve nu
                           
s a mo

                  
mand to
              
looose,
 
            
V
         
V arre

  
fishin
g  for

le
 
nin
     
xy

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