Sunday, July 7, 2013

Commodity Twenty Thirteen

Career mouth piece, sixty hour week conjurer suck
it into your cancer gut until a black steak
pounds your crackling heart
to me because you
didn't cook it
long enough

But you shot the moon in its fucking eye and staked that claim and told the
whole world what you wanted which was
some sort of temporary cover for
being a lost boy

really there's only a naked beautiful black boy teenager or
some sort of innocent and though we
know the outcome he
is still only

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