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The tongue
a slick wretch of smoldering ash
phasing out into the bright eyeless morning
The belly
a hurling progress of air
folding tight over scratchy blood wisps
in proper disarray
From the asshole
light as moonshine songs
on the back of a long-necked blonde
ruining her penchant for stout drained
and bearded Jewish gods
and an ugly sour moves
breathing shifty smiles
In the upswing of a jet train
cooling into the sonic blues
of a new world horizon
soothing the answers of the afraid
in mundane pockets of strange insignificance
a judgment inane
Re-working fluidity into the brain-splotched hide
of a perfect whisper
into the historic tribe of ancestral compromise
Heading strong into a battle
towards the away
in a perspiring lawful gyration
engraved as Ouroboros;
a serpent that shall die
from a pandemic hung over Amazonian lakes
triggered to fuel the toxic lust of a few embittered white slaves
launching figments of the imagination into a monkey ruled space
afloat on an ocean of stolen Mexican or Indian gold
and providing torturous vandals
with a home and name
Rocking through the amniotic
flood of the saved
We shout in stuttering ruminations
over a nihilistic desk
and attempt to cry
weird helpless short stories
into the mud of our breath
and as the whaling shores reach single-handedly into the rug of traditional mores
we become suddenly attracted to the lady who has been through at least four wars
and animalistic, from a drive outside in the shivering lows
there arises another incapacitated fjord-shaped mugger
singing to the groove of a healthy malaise
in a wild out of tune way
ranting all along about the next probability
copyright 2010
Rusty
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