Amok
Now my spade is suctioned out, not my execrated bum rungs, the blonde coal glow
of my latrine wrist, it is not my lattice licked by no one but you, stalled
aphid in the, I dunno, snatch?
hear the arse
rays hay air
yawn --
bent panties not in my presence, not in my striated diacritical
Amok
Ron Amok, Ph.D.
Hal Not responsible for typographical terriers.
Halvard Johnson
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shakers
these tiles
one cue
now dole
the defocused
edges of tracing
affirmation
stillborn
underheavymetal
river once
by the skull
held up
now encountered
by instrumentality
run amok
