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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