face, fire hydrant flushing
arterial feeds neck heats
push bass thru enamel
does pulp in teeth, pulse?
is it lips, the petals too swollen
for words, filled with slow buzz
if they opened, pressed against air,
would close around a gulped
pocket of thermal plume of stimu
lus of room where he was
thoughts disperse as hornets
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- I enter, in no cooler than out, I enter, in no cooler than out, a steam sauna of a day leaving myself open to chance leave the door unlocked it would take a godly crew of shirtless...
- drumroll of heart lids knocks aside sleep, easy as windshield wipers on high in a downpour. maybe I can look at these numbers with my chin balanced on my elbow pedestal palm or...