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BLUE DAHLIA

I hate the one who found it
a dirty sedative
a theft that is let, lot

And his heel
and the heel of the imprinted some
kind of destruction
over and over

Thrash like they do in the movies
yaw to stop the flux
of what is apricot
within me brazen
and in want of visitation

Something about the faint
surrender of his face, like a cannon
machine to clay
amid the filth of lowbrow sex
which used to cover me

And from every gaping aperture
a flinty excrescence rises

Behind the behind the desire
through trembling attire
the man stays

HALLUCINATRIX

Chased me down about a half-whip
pox of wanting you

The negative edge
I feel when you pluck out
the joy that only you and I

Once a salty interior, me and my sex
a smiling girlfriend
stealing small awards

But understand I was glass
cat-eyes, the gloss of my bare nod

– Your cheap face
some $20 of snake material
protruding like a testicle

Go pale and bend under, someday
you'll see – I am

The blank slate
upon which every man