and asking just the same Interrogative of any body
Hurting bones down there in the SoWhat
and asking just the same Interrogative of any body
I get up; nevertheless without rest the Prose Pain
the PoetKiller <who never liked me liking my gurl>
in the Air just as the clocknonevent relents not
at all. So here, all along and by O YES Self Spite
the Night Nihility and I are in this Trench
fighting it out, the brawl for Mammary Muse that's. . .
No Genesis is Word; my limp lyric spurred unheard
the Absurdity that some How a Bible, as all I need
indeed copy
meets my angry body the Any yes
who will not bless a Jesus who'd not tryst
with Magdalene Heaven's Queen.
Rage. I wage a What and Sex
that make manifestos menstrual wax.
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