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i want in want’s audience
the so-soft & feminized gasses
of civilization—ah—stags
swarm in synchronicity, a staged
dissection of hard & plush currencies—trade
qua trade on the face of things, i
sit on the face of things, immaculate
the fear the fear the fear the fear—cheer
not the darling pucker
i smothered in love’s ugly
cutlets, shoveling blub
into my ween-wilde bouche
OOF—finger on my mouse hole
inspected infectious squelching shinola
crying whát i dó is me: for that i came
í c’est mórph: the must man’s thrust is
is thrall—all in daddy’s graces growing
galore, womping galore in my hyperspace
my hyperself—it speaks in spellsssssss
ensorcels me—oh—in the moan light
a rose + is eros + is arrows
a wormhole opens
& the men who made me
mash—this beasty skin
we species in, stabled
& shorn, blinkered
to moral in ymage’s mold
the past—all plastered cast
cracked, & thru the slit comes
a fist of flowers, flaming sworde
deformed transformed—all musclesprung
to labor love, the rough
factory of flesh invents itself
a representamen—fetish’d
& hung scum suckers dumb scruff’d
my rude forensics, pluck up
in the frightened zones
of my theater—meatslung
selves carried off
in shards—all false heads
of beauty’s cooing orphic
anesthetized
a langue lost iiiiii
this is a song
& this is too—
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ooh baby do you know what that’s worth
ooh heaven is a place on earth
ooh heaven is a place on earth
ooh heaven is a place on earth
ooh heaven is a place on earth
shelley feller is a former figure skater and current MFA candidate at the University of Alabama, where they serve as managing editor of Black Warrior Review.