naff-shackled

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did you really want to see what i
wrote, you didnt walk with me to my first
procedure.
i sauntered

myself save the scurrility
taking

me limning for the boys' room.

you said be a contrarian-warrior,
so i said im a peon

subnocturnal--preciosity the
scourge
fled last night's aesthetes for my

ankles
pacing to stanch.
im

scythe

today not your

scrivener to fall upon
the exhalation of each breath.
im too many colors and
Cyanote,

in the light

i
rewrote too

many times the ardent

book of

life, deluminated manuscript
i leveled ration-glitters against:

and worse yet i was a lady who hacked
in partial synthesis-
enjambment. i

thought the shortcuts would actuate literally
actuate neologisms, i thought the buttons would
inspire, i thought the longcuts could
mollify

a red alga for
the Pequod; indeed virid there
was


in
blood
i
expectorated...and somehow spite the tories! i
told myself;

it was easy because i was still gross.

i was public again, gone
public
like gone septic
so sneakily
i was marquee staring
all night,
but all i saw was
no code
(though it should have been black)
blue nor bombinating
machines.

check in a nother animal,
i thought--
no fanfare but i cleaved the words at
the desk

(im proud of lucre

its not even twelve yet
but im proud of lucre)

and cipher was still there was
always
flayed the sea-foam
stucco from the walls walls of
malaise! and
you have to nix the
cracking,
mount the noumenon and see mom for what she
is (this

all from a masked nurse) still

stranger, still a' tarry' at the
oaken barrel the
water cooler, im
still tinny and
rustling in the can im

not cool

and i cant hunker

enough to
two pronouncements:

im not pretty but im stylish
but pretty is the new stylish

im f***** up that was the oblation
i cant keep it down (it was clearly food)
i coughed so hard
but i wanted to hear the charge