Doth

In the gaping hole of timeliness,
with lavender ascent,
doth kraft cheese and dy
macaroni perfume.

WHO GOES THERE?
sex, my friend
it’s always been sex.
Rudimentary Salisburg,
changes to the machine,
withe a rama-lama gretsch guitar
filtertron daddy-o
shake for me X 1000.

I don’t want to feel
my prior ruin.
I want glitter, volume, lights.
A painless life.
Sliver of the Rocky Mountains.

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