22.
transmission ahead
the lipsmack of my Estruscan face
scrappy connections and pace
half blind in my Napoleonic hat eating skin bits
pastels lick the starched shirt
overseered feminine elbows into you
sentient humanity
signed up for dirt skirt
gotta keep this natural thing
cut the slavonics
sage in the robust word muck
diaristic sherbert dip
inceptive tang in the memory gap
gesundheit wie viele es muss sein
chartreuse child in the intimacy of the cavern
wheeled out the droneship
my city friends
pentecost king in the marching
drum bit and tin bit
midnight blitz of mute affection
worked over the unchanging bed
nausea in the unknown
guarded by the mythic face
death is demanding
I’ve lost the frontman
the stunt double
the greasy L of the last good lube
pontification is asswine
greased up and swelling
mad pigs
stuck in the transmission:
all unattended
selves will be removed
by the police
Never Mind the Beasts 
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