good delirious afternoon! my mind
is a clusterfuck of shit and cum,
the devil and his city grime
splay open my solitude:
is something about doves, and fire,
and food, and fucking honor
then shall you and i ascend to heaven,
nude against reason and bathed in life,
dreaming furiously, hammered in the river.
we're drunk, is that it? we fed each other
certain bitters, cracked our glasses.
we read the horoscopes for gemini: rosy
future looks with love, flies on two wings...
but you're a pisces, and i a libra.
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