Jedi pain that comes from using Facebook.
The image has suffered many logical deaths.
Silly wabbit hot buttered frippery.
"That's cum."
Your poem lingered like a face months up inside a father's dress.
You can keep your asshole.
Your long train.
"Rufus Wainwright, please report to the field of battle."
I can leave the body but no way
I can abandon the you.
Your long train.
This is such a playground boy mess smear.
And at the end strangers thieving pictures.
Then down for the count.
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footnote
Children gently wrapping a clock that died
with a blanket. Going round
and round like an 18th century dance.
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