.—Crypt Copse
written by Mimi Bordeaux
tell me what hit — hip dip—-drift pity—-pit you live in —-is it —- mine.
Jist is Zionism—-eats its own Judaist—-without time—and fire—pyre—gire—vire—cyre—crossfire—-higher—-cry and lunges at the wire—-
with wirey desire to kill for you—-hymns sing to him —- will dim the
candle— light — plight of now —-hitey —- astro— aphrodite — faint at the smell of him
indeed he has a scent of red rose and lavender essentials
sea shell — oyster bay__ zary-mary__dainty-tainty tea tree planter—only me drinking tea slip-drip-to him–
being alone—-his tainted frothy cedar odor-—
the path I choose to take is treacherous — dangerous — calamitous
do I get ravenous — eats me alive
Heil I am getting —
Malaria — –lying sweat-drenched divan —
on ocean seas — crashing towards my careering body — in flight:
calvaria.
check.
it’s gone askew like or similar to last time
skull drilled open by a loose hand without experience
professional’s guide besides the hands of death — into an open jar
hatchet — axe — ratchet —-latchet I loosened it
now I am
frail pale male and a buster hustler duster rustler custler pistler cruster Miastaone
one to want to take home with you
She looks fantastic and writes with the velocity of Bukowski.
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