at dawn's sacrificial wading
a groove sweetly prized
as the relative truth of our frantic, overgrown hallucination
in sickening respite
from the earliest lame vanity
before the show appears
as human death
powerless to the mold
resounding to an inner frequency
deranged sad laughter
groaned thick in a sumptuous tumult
under the prying talons
a delectable fire answers in blues-swing hoodlum homes
temporary as the submissive
upbringing of one purifying lash
rending the nerve-wracked fingers
of torturous warring
within the Nile’s tantrum phase
skinny, lingering smoke fix
and we eye the 99 names
to the moment's reaching up
to the negative female symbol
comrade against these forbidden culturati
timed to the arrival of the outdoor preacher
worshipping the lost dead
world of stone and writing.
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