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in a flurry of devilish goo
my beatnik heart,
wrapped in tanned white flesh,
succumbs to the appraisals
of liquid verbosity paling
under the star kept heavens-
the cockroaches' stealth
wisks past my cornered eye
offering a life/death experience
based upon the conjugal visits
of past indoctrinations,
so unwanted in times such as these,
but meanings traipse forward
into the collegen of erasure,
for midnight fever ranks high
in the chasms of deep dreams.