Saturday, September 3, 2022

Monday 1 p.m.

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Bill Baird's tiny sounds, almost perfect 

"Goodbye, my love." relaxed car chair.    

        ( goodbye vibrations, the album earth into aether) 


my eyeballs flutter like dead butterflies

and bundles of papery moths wrapped around night lights inside and out. 


Chafing blood

Creamy white ointment rubbed all over 

And inside

Everything is pink creamy ointment blood

Our teeth are drowning 

Our teeth are being pulled

Up from the bottom of everything. 

We sank them in so deep,

We were lost Forever. 

Now here we are again. 




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