Tuesday, August 31, 2021

AG Davis - sad, fallopian aquariums decay

sad, fallopian aquariums decay in my cyclical anemia, 

fibrous and fleshy pumpkins hemorrhage sunny, purple symptoms

the anger of controversial emotions disguised as vulgar poems tied between dirty slums:

your body, my body 

we burn all your precious words 

we eat in the poisonous temple satirically, 

and let the cautious beggars pass the sweetest nectar within their imperial cages


the air around the sharp funnel captures your laughter, 

as the side dish discharges the bitter filling of the final orchards, 

slack temples camouflage in the neatness of your cuts

this address is in dire need, 

can you tell?

and then- 

spraying medical sheets as low-body catacombs, reproaching the attitude of material flight in comatose 'whys', 

daring artificial combustion rests between your thoughts

the covered gauntlet of tangled cadaveric beams sloughs high in sterile surfaces of lava-like snowstorms

loop freely a healthy relaxation:

she walks around under his brusque torch

she ignites the vintage lights spinning around your somnolent hips

and the position escapes as tightly as wrapped gifts in kettle boiled 



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