jet fuel junkies by Desdemona Sinestra
collapsing syllables of muscle
amidst innocuous pressure
the pressure of a wife
the pressure of an insect within the earshot of a sleeper
buried dicks
whore flesh and paradoxes
an American audience
exposed to a French dizzy spell
b.u.r.i.e.d. d.i.c.k.s.
i'll believe whoever tells me what i've done is okay
waving flags like syllabled erections
growing infinitely
growing infinitesimal
holier than the denouement
gallons of mouth vaccine
keep our guns clean and our wives warm
keep our angels in closets
keep our hallucinations under a wig of forgiveness
and take from us our guilt
//amen
06/07/2011 Posted on 06/08/2011 Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
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