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Warlord Subway Jam

There’s nothing I want more
than to rip pink apples
to give to a sick squid
glued to the rind of Hoboken
the leopard barge spurts flames
it stinks a mobile hair
salon hydrate in genius crouch
palm tree soccer blood bird
mind your head handsome clone
rafting season sucks
yearlong wretched candor
got me stiff and fluid
plump men need love space and
time expressive red pants
outbreak bury me in
tulips suckle Bob it’s
a mustang! There are
muscles in it for you tho
corpuscular fangs could
not split platitudes into
verse when pregnant with touch
like mustard down my back
frozen a second spine
Posted 05/09/12
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