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Forcing every hand-mixed,

plasma precious 

droplet of paint

to melt away like procrastinating Sunday's, 

teeming with radish fervor, varicose serpent streams.

Suffocating with marine hands 

quaintly adorned

commerce centers and boutique

parking lots; 

contributing sediment 

layers of undulating

canvas skin, 

exposing only 

bone ghosts.

 

Faking the scent,

the snaring of creative misalignment.

Begrudgingly she finds herself

grated ever thinner like fresh

provolone by the sophistically civilized,

high-blood pressured, 

meat cutter.

 

-WE who stand as

alone

and proud;

That watch the churches 

rise into A/V Waves.

WHOM crumble the moldy

bleu cheese morals 

over something as lewd

as tossed correctional 

salads. 

Call Anything 

White, pure and 

covet the kingdom Irony,

for white is void like the

pulpit when the libidinous 

hours throb greatest and 

Purity is rich only with 

clerical repression.

 

Let Us Live 

as Long as the laughter

flirtatiously rattles the 

floral chords of

Eden's wind-chimes,

May the canvas

forever sweat

it's lustful purples 

into Ancient Middle 

Lands. 

 



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