June in Full Tone

The idea of stationing the diving platform for the fifth time
barrels below to collect slippery gunk
forcing the mother in the water by pressing with our rugged legs
energy in our compact chests waiting to erupt
with friends paddlekicking to float on the heavyweight when in place
gasping doctor under the water feeling our indefensibles
clinging to the wood holding wet grooved striations
world of mercurial deep tapping into the fleshy intruders of the lake
forgotten substances submerged beneath butterfly cadence of the surface aegis
we maneuver the sleepy berth
propelling in a putrescent blue-black menagerie


Archetypal Faith of the Entry Level

Empyrean clunk of the slate boot
angels up there kicking and draining their temple of its ivory juice
they live so free and naughty
ping of the holy bell as they swing it to enrich hell
see how the toothless red goblin smiles and discharges smoke of the root
the cartilaginous cross is growing
hush little babies
the bong of omnipotence is inhaled
intonation repossessed
nighthawk music stored in nutriment mammary glands
little drainers divide into little gods

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