my flesh pours liquid into a cup
privileged as such
a hole in the eye of hop electorate
hints of violin
raw tongue macerating
my wife sunk in epsom salts
heady malts in pale recipe nonsense
flesh in flays
the horse neck bows green fiddle heads
two star outlaw tucks
i n gr in fo r next night terror
measured cufflinks never owned turnstile
curse in chain link
nonsense
this beer is solid 3.99
yellowing its bowed head
scents of spinster leaf & golden stream
make the well dry
where there is no tree to hide
stories of dirt
piles breathed in
unsure welcomes down grade into yarrow
the flesh of Main street will curse suture
eyes & strawberries
this beer is muggles splayed
monday morning
waiting for ammonia
a snapped in tongue
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