is testing us, wobbles our rhombus.
Testicularly, we prefer tungsten
over frankincense.
Sunday afternoons,
Who Let the Dogs Out plays
summer waves out the old transistor.
Who ordered such foul horseplay
on Planet Doublespeak today?The vestigial eye is good as a parklit
campanile; at night, we like to get pineal
with each other: enact such saccharine cosplay
with our bodies in heat: an oasis: sacrosanct
yawn, stretching out from one side
of the great divide over to the other
side of the world, which we
meticulously label, and kissssss, Mouth’s End.
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