Power Armor Felix
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- Posted: Fri, 06 Feb 2015 20:36:20 +0000
A teenage lovedeath processed by a Party City conveyor belt into the arms of a crime-drama ********, or at the very least dreaming of becoming an industrial residue. Man, my visions are healthier these days, instead of going on guilt-trips I ponder the eternal question of why girls want to be murdered. Not so sure about the title here anymore since it was morphed from a siamese twin separation. Mmm, not all poetry yet but semi-coherent, that's something to like!
"Locked in Golden Sauce"
When did
the cogs of adventure
come to depend on
a flow of attention
-getting?
Sucking her flaxen back
over a "thoughtful"
levee necklace falls,
nudged then
by pool toys with elbows)
helping fear bubble
like cheap coroners are loved)
at last,
wonderful steel basin,
blue ammonia small;
what fun
an aboveground mop holds
for the boys who find her
who declare her deflation, a "flow"
Maybe you have one
too,
floating belly-up
in a bucket of loans)
Under pulsing jets of laughter.
For shopping, The Avenue
has plenty of parking
on the marshy soil.
"Locked in Golden Sauce"
When did
the cogs of adventure
come to depend on
a flow of attention
-getting?
Sucking her flaxen back
over a "thoughtful"
levee necklace falls,
nudged then
by pool toys with elbows)
helping fear bubble
like cheap coroners are loved)
at last,
wonderful steel basin,
blue ammonia small;
what fun
an aboveground mop holds
for the boys who find her
who declare her deflation, a "flow"
Maybe you have one
too,
floating belly-up
in a bucket of loans)
Under pulsing jets of laughter.
For shopping, The Avenue
has plenty of parking
on the marshy soil.