FROM "FOOL ME ONCE"
The Kindly Ones
From fury to rage
From rage to displeasure
From displeasure to heightened awareness
Sensation, I love you with
All my might
Sensation, the highest living force
To be stuck in a bottle
The worst fate
Unlived
Undated
Remember, all the flaws
Are intentional
Whether fury or rage or
Some other feeling
11-15-10 (Stranglehold)
Sleeping in a scroll
Every man for himself
In the sleeping bag of fire,
don’t take advantage of Bernice
When love is not passion
When love is not madness
When love is not fire
(He doesn’t know any better)
What is it, really
Its throve ringing, its intensifying up
The wind matters
Attached to gardenias
Day easily rots out
Blisses out to lunch-made perfumes
Other nodes
Extravagant bolt of Missioni fabric
My leg decimated in spider bites
Choked, zigzagged (illegal activity)
A citadel now a stronghold
A mirror which does not reflect
I let myself slide in
Bitten by a spider
Watched, wrapped in a scroll
Warm choked (whose luck is this?)
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