Bonnet. Horror. Betrothal.
Introductions: before we bury the bridge,
Here the plume of overbite, rehearsing the break,
Meet the fair-weather concrete in the dam.
You’re both so high and mighty.
Still, free from the stick, this Rough shapes
The new broken bones.
On the down-hunt, we meet caverns, tomb-ly,
Roach havens who burn their headless
Corpses at both ends.
Meticulous informant. Superfluous detergent,
Blood stains reign mightily
Upon the tunnel entrance, the wedge of dark
Buried under the overpass & heading
To the parking lot beside the river. Each river,
Each parking lot a proving ground to youth.
Squeamish drill, the great chain of credit
Admonishes us to heave, broken teeth to
Rotting livers, mind the grates, the wretched
Fingers slick out, slick out. To nervous jiggling.
Scourge wrapped tinkle, breach the deviant till
The children ask amnesty to this That, literally:
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