la controfigura (love inferno)

determined to pursue something
in a more modern direction
i decided to become a murderer
and yet when the time came
to enact my delicious and salacious
consummation i dodged the draft
letting the wind blow up my dress
and over my leafy laughy genitals
where the generals and the ministers
were camping and with my hands
i held up my gumbs to make an angry face
in the night and i watched as they lay together
red poppy foreheads and terminal legs
the white struggle of a skinless vocation of stillettos
i saw the word homicide written in orange letters
on a deep blue indigo sky lace pattern (in venice california)
i saw a living hair caress a brain (larger than utah)
there is and always will be profound color
and the torture necessary to be able to enjoy it
and like the air which quivers in the valley
its joy is the bursting of virtual swarms overhead
abstract volumes contracting into religious ecstasy
to remain the providence of misspelling licorice
avenues are modern places (but water is an ancient flaneur)
and they each have a modern history of murder
so i decided to become a god or perhaps
a dancer composed of swarms of abstract volumes
laying down rows of seeds into the audiences
generally delicous and salacious
i was determined to pursue something
but my double lay lounging excessively
in the high-backed chair
reading boundlessly it seemed
until i approached quietly
in my suit of supple popcorn
proffering the wild hot wad
of cameo

beach traveler?
my double said


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