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June 29th, 2010, 03:36 PM
It moves

Depucelating the shadows of an exanimate thought
A hearts pulse is felt
Against the gums
While her crystallized loam is gently tearing cheeks
That lay supine and prostrate on the banks of
A sanguine pool
Delirious with malaise-
You quaff from the turbid drizzling
The pensive Anabas perched above you
In an olive tree
Gnashs its lupine jaws
Dripping mawkish liquid from its erupting gills.
You lay like a raped statue
this moment of pernicious vapidity
gains momentum
as blade wielding windmills
with intrusive proclivities
slake the petrified taste buds
of a swelling tongue
and viviparous lashings
torture your puissant felicity
your flowering Forsythia
your opulent idol-starved eyes
your solder-caked-
key-holed throat
your ameliorating whimpers
and fatuous pulchritudes- bleed from
a taut and scored vein...

and it moves