Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

Inside all day, disemboweled
Leave that up so I can look at it
You deserve to die, you live below the sea
My sound is the harsh in a brass dog

Smiling, Tasting
Punching into the screen
Black kitten teeth thought over fondly
I’m sinking into myself

I’m pushing holes through myself to accept more that is foreign to me
Perform
Bellowing
He’s bored

A perfect solution exists
Pink after midnight

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