November in July.
Eyes glistening
in darkness,
like freshly
crushed flies.
Fourteen bones
held together
by avian phlegm.
the whistling
has ended,
I won’t stale
again.
Slurry soul.
Unbearable
fraying through
tartared chink,
Took the Dorgi,
left the dent frozen fast
in the
sagging night.
4/4 of silence
5/4 of shame.
the sneezings
subsided,
I wont stare
again.
INK, A DINK A DINK
Hej do, hej do
A DINK A DINK A
DINK A DOO.
Hej do, hej do
Jutland is crooning
narcrotic Lorilies.
Ingen...ingenting.
Ingen...ingenting.
Awaiting command,
its huge snout
wedged between
my thighs.
Ingen...ingenting.
Ingen...ingenting.
INK, A DINK A DINK
Hej do, hej do
A DINK A DINK A
DINK A DOO.
Hej do, hej do
Jutland is hvining
while stars fall
in thuds,
Ingen...ingenting.
Ingen...ingenting.
flattening
the cheek,
like soft
muffled scuds.
Ingen...ingenting.
Ingen...ingenting.
Tongues lick
the lead Lego,
they won’t be
denied.
If you’re listening
to this,
you must have
survived.
My only pige
passed
your only dreng
in Jutland’s
sheer city.
Farvel, farvel
November in July
Apropolis lip
to where
acid-fast
Crepey
and shiny.
guanine restrain.
While out
lifting scalp,
I will not
glare again.
Took the shilling,
ditched
the score,
frozen fast
in the
lowering
night.
In the
lowering
left-testicle
night.

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