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In the graveyard:
Outer space’s shadow
Borne on wild autumn wind: stings
My cheek
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Never’s
Getting jealous
My life lasts forever
(Comparing evers to nevers)
I’m still
Work Ethic
If I die tomorrow,
I’m sorry I didn’t work harder
Should my heart quiet by sunset,
Forgive me. I could have stayed another hour
If my family gets calls about my body,
I apologize for calling in sick those days
But should I perish on the clock,
Please do not even mention my name
Origin Story
Be screamed the Lord
What cut the dark
Its thoughts’ knots
Pottered Its esophagus a
Dumb yawning sarcophagus
(Them living tomb
Warm unseen cancers)
Infiniplite in the way
A well vomits brack-
Black waters forth or
Hot rotten birth rings
Worm these diseases
Even before designing teeth
And greed the Lord
Bored the nightness
Clawed for Its image
And tore in the walls
Of the abyss to feel
Its fingernails smart
All in that horrid gasm
Of pandolorous grief
Complete pain brought life as
If pain were older
Than God
perfect attendance
from some regular ash
all the phoenixes
look away
uneasy
and somewhat sick
to realize
here’s one
deciding against
eternity
2089
If I live until
2089, then
I’ll turn 100
.
In a century
We’ll all be one century
Old. Not much longer
.
If I live until
2089, fly
Magicicadas
relax
said almighty
god – you should see the shit
i’ve done so that i could say “i’ve
done that”
rules
murder
all miracles
shut that magic the fuck
up and pay close attention to
real life
give up
hoping for the unpredicted
everything will always
and forever
make sense
kind mathematics
a bad echo
so sickening it must
be mine – tortureful reverberation
an embarrassing moment
on videotape, eternified
very nice
thank you so much
missus god almighty
just one teensy question
in heaven, like
eternalated, heavenly infinity
isn’t there a high-on-up-there
probability of repeating
circumstances
am i going to live
my life again-again
under the sun
woo-wee
can it just be
infinity-minus-one
pretty please
can for once
the math not be
so super duper
perfect
life is a gift say thank you dammit
the buffalo
the baby
the king of the jews
i worship what i kill
i can almost smell the ocean
through the bleach
and at this
i take the greatest offense:
my life’s the second
half of a sentence
uttered by a pair of parents)
don’t worry child
i said don’t fucking worry
there’s no goddess of the bonobos
who punishes the chaste
and the onanist
and the barren
you don’t have to make
babies, bison, sense
none of it
but you don’t get
to not want to
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