"To find love [in] an open hole is...
...a heartbreak rattle...
...like I am so (pause) calm."
-- Anonymous
obey (or an ordinary opening)
is just a word like luscious and
licking the periphery of your shock I'm enamored of you and old
might expel scat jazz and dialogue but wait
this isn't a song
or a scripted scene
it's a teenaged manifesto and
in it I am where do you see this going?
racking up points as
the justice vacuum and
greeting your hole
like an impetuous pundit
what might I do to dazzle you?
this (political?) chasm is no less void when
fucking fortified
fucking fortified
and the la-la-la is looping like a period piece so
scatter whole across the empty instincts of
this candidate
and warble
into the black I'll film you by match light
until you won't and archive the loss
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