Plastic squeezed
and emptied into these aching limbs.
Metal blood runs
to the hills where it explodes through
uprooted fingers
squeezing the white blanket,
euphoric and uncontrolled.
Black nails curl
up to the black sky;
magnetic and horny.

Swirling down a plug hole
the mirror aches and repeats;
mercury is in my teeth
Venus is in my mind.

Wake and hate; the vulgar,
the weight. The state of
facing bags and dark, wet mounds
pulsing on a sighted limit.

This polluted being aches.


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