Poem: Romantic Apophenia

run me over,
I’m not sober

wearing tits, spouting shit
reader wishing they could hit

beating language on a sink
til it loses all your stink

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evil ideal arsenic
send us both into a panic

a bind-blind trust contaminated
to your demons, I’ve been relegated

unending penetration of cosmic holes
mocking abuse done upon mortal souls

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dignity is no longer my department
the sun’s appearance has now darkened

the pigeon in my skull gets restless
hope passes me by, helpless

stuck on, stuck on, stuck on emotional looping
under the influence of electronic duping

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earth gyrated counter-clockwise
i heard heaven spouting lies

abandonment sings in the sound of my dishwasher
lucifer falls with the names of who hurt her

squelch chamber churning
bridges burning

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boy-trashcan for god’s detritus
brick wall ‘cause he’s acting sus

masqueraded internet personality
weekend at bernie’s incel anthropology

false psychosis nursery-rhyme
what a fucking waste of my time

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feed me fight food
fuck me like I’m never-nude

drag broken glass through mud
treat snot like leaking blood

inertia perpetuating faith in nothing
addicted to unironic ego-huffing

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common in compulsive writing
finding saviour in reciting

vomiting syntax far too dense
convinced it’s hiding secret sense

wasting words that hold no meaning
pretending depth they’re only stealing

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the stars i was seeing looked like hearts
i find the place where meaning starts

stale male esoteric nonsense is epidemic
replace wannabe with true schizophrenic

i only trust a phallus that thrusts
i dig through badly-embalmed guts

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penguins buried at the bottom of boys
having dinner parties with their toys

uncovered by loving mary mother-wives
desperately trying to save their own lives

carving his scripture into my compass
all while I can still shake ass

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days passed by uncles shooting fireworks
blowjobs staining skin with birthmarks

attraction dynamics move like magnets
sending off sanity in several caskets

banquets for the yeti he married
over the dead bodies we carried

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masturbating through translation
finding relief in hallucination

meeting of the symbolically contorted
spiritual intercourse of the distorted

hollowed-out ghost conception
restoring proprioception

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i’m overcooked
but you’re the one who looked

microphone dog-whistles
pricking your skin like thistles

hitting the floor
now there’s the door

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hitch it, bitch

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