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What lies
in a pool of

White Lies
is an Invisible Cloak

that can never be found.
Finish the book

that you are reading
before you find

yourself
lying there

in your own
puddle’d staring.

My heart
is a broken bee

in a still-active hive,
like 

a perpetually-breaking
hymen, hymn

to sing left giggling
in the humming

of honey. I’m inside
of your book’s

Naval
to suit the whims

of the fantômas
that left dramatic

monologues
in a hissing

harmony.
Finish reading

your book
with a Lisp

of Higher Criticism.
I’m a Hangman.

The Harassed
Personality

of the Year (Award) is
To be Toothsome

ere long
to give in to

sophisticated cravings.
Laureates

at Laundromats
weeping

as their lives spin
into the next

guaranteed taboo. I
watched and felt

her eyes 
slantingly glue the

Cyprus-sap
of her squinted stare

onto my visage.
Then,

I became something
other than Me:

A humbler Me
landing on the mouth

of Aristotle
in an air that’s startled.

BACKWARDS RAW

Everything             backwards
                                                         in this world
like witnessing
                                                         Jehovah’s                  in
-sistences                                            
          trees         uncarved             caskets
      literature                   unfolded            trees re-enter
                             the ground
Backwards                            world       
        like seeing Lucifer
            the opposite of a cobra                                                            ascending
                                                                        up and past

not-yet-exploded                            supernovas
   
Backwards
like brushing
                                                                               your teeth
 causing cavities                                            or the depravity


                           of gravity
                                                             still causing brutal calamities
   

like when
                                                            the parachute

                                         fails
More strange than seeing snails

                                                         running faster than rabbits

on bunny trails

                                            Leaving imprints
like
                                                                                 radiohalos
                                                                                 in
                                                             clear
                                                                                      diamonds

a climate full of
                         tension                                                        like a land
                                                                full of hungry lions
Intelligence of elephants
                                                                            easily amused            Visuals
that
                     e                   x                p                    a                  n                    d
                  
 and                   stretch                    out                   our                        IQ’s
 
                                                                                        Don’t let the blues
weigh on your shoulders
                                                                                heavier than horseshoes