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black painted fingernails
...death stenches;
fumigate the cuticles
wrapping hands coincide
at the necks of doves
strangled to flyless limits;
and a roadside view
...peircing the elegance with coke residue
and years of boycotted hygiene
the white cracked skin flimsy
under years of blue collar discourse
punching the clock and
the day swims by again
here's the filth pervading,
here's the angst parading,
the night comes so quick
slaving inside all day
Onyx horizons;
Break a white moon…
And the man upon it;
Stumbles through the galaxy
Into séance orbs
lay to rest…
Ēl core de carnage;
a cavernous round
climbs up through gravity
the chamber it abandons
vibrates smoke and twilight crime
the young fledgling
slinger sweats
a thin layer of perspiration
made oblique by the draining plasma
he gasps
for a moment looking like Romeo
or Othello, or Hamlet, on the day
they died too, but no fateless words
escape his summerparched lips
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