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Virginia's part fire, part
moon charnel-house,
her blood bounce-soft,

her limestone minutely suspect &
enchanted (unlucky handiwork!)
her big tongue unfeasibly deep
- O big tongue unfeasibly deep,

pour lasting rain over
the grand overcome!

Ah, sweet
fluidity of
remarkable
still-inescapable V!,

I've got plenty
more well-bred razors in
this encyclopedic bunker!

my dinner reputation
always cudgeled red-hot to
mark the world from what
Virginia marks as literary,
"the poem's representations
killed every season's zero,"
the ankle-deep snake chipped in

overgrown seems the air, roses ditch what Mercy capitalized
horses carefully gnawing the Eastern Almighty, after they're
punished we'll blackmail their coffins then beak 'em alive

my skin crawls in sympathy when
I think 'pon the prowling skin of lefthand flowers,
still we puerile the hair for road entertainments
our bus driver's the coma Wormswork devoured,
dreaming the dream of dogs with cold roses
instead of cold noses, the dreamer's back clung to

etceteras of red air,
knowing no other words
than Sugar Floor Phrenzy


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