Butterholes and Bulletflies

Cluster-fuck running amuck  
six wheeled truck  
hit the clutch  
before the body gets ripe  
cold to the touch,
 
thunder fucked blunderbus  
correlation of inebriated hesitation  
break bread cross haired stipulations regurgitation cystic vibrations  
vaginal inflammation,
 
mass hypnosis  
comatose tuberculosis  
necromancy splendid inverted  
dance you see lavish drastically  
under a cherry tree you and me producing syphilitic monstrosities,
 
hibernation  
in the mist of total damnation  
totalitarian liberation  
of a caustic nation,
 
in the whine of dying sighs  
broke back negligence  
of hybrid post-apocalyptic  
hesitance.
 
 D-rock got popped  
up the block  
sickle cell twenty rock  
liquid death coalesced  
effervescent constinguent  
half spark on the wings of a lark  
congregate to scoop  
his body from the park.
 
Choke back tears  
so many years  
my peers  
no fear to touch  
the face of the reaper  
when he appears.
 
Grasp the cold sinew  
see your life cease to continue  
blessed be the atrocity  
sliced knees attrition gained  
through hydrochloric rain  
still I reign,  
 
time-frame strenuous pain  
slow torture on the wings  
of an onyx vulture  
pillage the village of your pith  
still I lie in wait  
to spill this cryptic shit  
spit hieroglyphs  
of indigenous siths,  
 
malignant discrepancy  
peel back your cerebrum  
to placate lyrical treason.
 
As I sit here weeping and weary  
humdrum conundrum of leery  
on the backstroke of dreary,  
 
I contemplate my fate  
slated date half past late  
to kiss the rain of fading grace.
 
Solidified atrium  
misogynistic interpretations  
weigh station of  
miscalculated calibration  
synoptic collage  
of sulfuric ménage trios,  
 
dropped the dribble  
of acidic riddles  
enigmatic trivial,
 
let loose the juice  
get goosed from  
residual blunt smoke  
don't choke you  
limey bloke,
 
poke holes  
in the canvas of night  
signify your trajectory  
of flight rise of sight
cathartic entities cry  
on the backside  
of a frozen sunrise.
 
Jettison on the wings  
of subliminal resilience  
I mock the collapse  
of the continuum  
unfold on the curl,
 
dissipate into the curvature  
of a sadistic tilt a whirl swirl  
swivel a sing a song  
of sex pence,  
 
convalesce the quintessence
acclivical the precipice  
of down sloped pestilence  
three finger spilt revenance  
into the throat of heaven  
I remain present  
even as I float on a  
cosmic boat of benevolence.
 
Kiss the day to sway it into  
the haze of hedonistic blinks
split the oceans to suffice  
my rise of might uptight  
from the downed plight.

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