when a motor-vehicle plant is no longer moving anything but the virus of an ever-faltering step and its drones have already abandoned its queen, for richer cement grounds watch how those bright dandelions push their heads right through the concrete and get back to work filling what we abandon, growing where we only saw death …
the beauty of possession (intermission #2)
enjoy her beauty like you can buy or steal a beautiful painting plant, pet or even person and desire becomes synonymous with frustration, maybe even cruelty don’t make love to a painting don’t go humping no trees don’t delude yourself into thinking you could ever have what isn’t her entirety the jewel that lifts to …
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