Snapshot (from the ceiling)
Satiated by exhaustion.
Dry mouth, trembling limbs.
Bups on the skin.
Goosy touch,
Two mucking an arch
elongating silence beyond relief.
Words being scared by what they mean
Valentine's song
I am
tickling water around your toes
licking your skin
as I move away
from sin
—the running—
from what hurts the most
my human ribhole
liquid pearl of my throat
bursting to bite your lips
when you come
to kiss
—wet down—
a kiss
dear ghost
Track #1
From where I stand
I only see
The flakes
You didn't care
to chace
With your burning palm
Flawless, their fall
Lights my own
—Tongue—is waiting
The storm
to star
Automaton
"I Love You" —He said
Face working on a steak
What his eyes wont admit
Diggestion would take care
In a week
The Stretch
Such a beautiful toilet
[This place]
Let alone—
Trembling as it aims
[Where?]
Some people can't have a home
Rostros yodados
Otro enjambre
Se lleva el espacio
Gris
El concreto—alambre
Gris
En tu nariz—otro divino aguacero
Sonriendo a las piedras
Que caen del cielo
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