NCY

when when when

people are dead inside, and the dead inside

are people who are thinking outside

the box is a mind when

is out of reach and

that particular peach is out of each

mouth succumbs to words like

love juice leaks out of the deaf eye

but I think alike for a like

when wrens follow black dogs on a white horse

I double-image the self

serving and deserving the atrophy for a fee

time and a life sentence, a trophy

dead-eyed nonchalance misanthropic I

shall see you in a box

off lead, lead, and when

bullets are not through enough for you

if you are already peachy dead inside

cum back when you may

Image: R.B. Kitaj

organs that match and replicate

loudly rewind minutes

your loving, repeating, the beginnings

the laughing prince of alternatives

massacring the bloody present

the natives who are naked truth, gaping

bayonets of rejections and ejaculations

mouths open wide, eyes chewing

dew time licked

rinse and repeat all the relationships in

mind everything as old as new

it is now and never

memories, the replicants

the memories of loved labor love

rebirth in the first glance, fairy tales

whoever whirls you

whoever is to turn back time is a skinner

a bit deeper, there, a serial lover

death’s bane

nothing regrets the flesh as flesh

curses spirit drinks 

who is meant to re-live is the seed

immortality passed

crush the organs face to face

there is no time, skinned

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