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dead pilot of the apartment building
x had been an activist
man with tentative government connections
who smoked turkish cigarettes,
constant watching in his decay
bare earth surface
at his seat he had died
virus swift had come
someone in apartment 76 had coughed
still powered by central core engines
apartment building zero utopia
named as a joke
lifted it’s ungainly shape higher
loosening from the failing gravity
two hundred passengers decaying
yet within computated rooms
their souls engage
sparks electro magnetic vibration
they would immerse and combine
be the ship was guided away
zero utopia would be one
with the stars
it’s occupants entering a new existence
that darwin and the bible
could never of imagined
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when she flies
loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,
now without sanitorium or astral light,
deaths pungency had gone
she lay before him,
naked as the solemnized wedding bed,
sewn with silk and love
cerise ridge scars
created with a skill he never knew he had,
her offal once mortal
he feasted upon
washed with wine and tears,
absorbing her
leaving her with mechanics,
parting her legs
felt for the copper tube
inserted handle
and turned each activating
and animating,
mechanical precision went into motion
body shuddered
eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,
she could move
with silence as her voice was no more,
he helped her dress
that velvet gown
he loved so much,
outside to walk again
without fear of bacteria or virus
morning filled the mountains with shadow,
holding hands
her face a dark riddle,
in her eyes she had the knowledge
to do the same for him
when that time came
to walk immortal together,
then she paused
he thought mechanics had failed
as she began to lift off the ground
taking flight,
he panicked calling out
as she slipped out of grasp,
soared higher into air
unable to reply,
that she had a lover she had
to find
Chagall
from the golden arch of arse
monkey all as me
before the meteor fell,
eat improvised food
slain in the boudoir
fresh from satin
and moist yesterday,
lacerations and smiles
hands bridge the expanse,
farewell to pelt
hello carnal alarm,
argue through closed eyes
i am the ape
blood and sensation
teeth splitting fruit
as i would breathe
through your flesh,
i am the cause of your scream
anthropology has it’s secrets
that is me,
pulse and tongues
long shadows in the mirror
i will no longer
take to the branches,
i have hysteria
in my feet,
consumed by the body
escape,
i live in infecting your purity
with my clouds
for
i am the ape
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as i watched the eye
methodic tick,
moved from side to side,
pavlov stimuli
deeper expressive i feel
no chemical replication
given to how i feel,
as i want to touch the eye,
conditioned and reduced
to basic function,
i was in a hole,
that my mind had opened
a non neutral stimulus
as now i saw her eye
non evasive swaying
encountering me with a look
that withered my root,
amplify the kisses
to a ravenous clamor
of wet hole slurping
my digestion of love
is diminishing,
before any digression
her eye, that eye
consumes retina to cortex
and i become lost
more marijuana
more bourbon,
will i take her back,
can the conditions of isolation
be repealed ,
settling further back
i want aural infusion of music
so that i can decide,
tick click tick click
fractious nerves tingle
i slide to unconscious
knowing after it would
reveal
I Was Trying To Describe You To Someone Richard Brautigan
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