Museless Now Fay Wray - The Argotist Online

ACIDUM CAPRICUM
The size of my ears. Jesus. Elephants. Tongue. Tubular corolla Coca Cola
troubadour. Right at home. In this atmosphere. Its bodice soft. With deep-pointed lipels.
Skirt swung full. faille. Accompanied by your solicitous fatal witch solitude. I’m with
yore app (L)ease speak. sauce. I cannot hear, any longer, go on listening longing for any
sound. I make letters leave(s) dead sneakers upon my greave
I do not know your birthday
this exists as a glyceride in the milk of goats
and also in coconut oil
coconuts or small pumpkins
with their nipples like
goat horns
goat moon with glasses
I’ll be dead
But you won’t die
All my decisions
But you decide
coloreless, crystalline body
witch dissolves without change
into something warmer
for a dollar
of seasons
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