I look at you like a sang song
to the unattainable hymns
sounding above the upraised throats
of the impious trying to be
more than I am a cublice drone
with a see through scalp prowling
for revenge sex too cowardly
to consummate gentleman
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Don't try to rib up your lungs With a sublime or grotesque poem, Or everything that makes you upright Will vanish at the speed of sound.
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