Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

This honey light of morning sweeten’d wet with tethers and thinking kinship relates to leering at the walls with starred-over eyes……You drawl up plans and diagrams to justify sullen luscious Woodbridge Investments LLC several doors down from smoke that follows your form retaining the shape you leave via shadow dashing sad dances on corners of tables rounded off shotgun bash or scripting………..I’ve got a stoned word in my mouth for the ferryman splashed pages gently negative slap of water tawdry leftovers moving against the dark and into prominence……………And into Providence Rhode Island the artschool mercenary is bussed by court order as if these paper gentries were anything removed from plural ruling lures….

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I fall in even drifts
and filling each furrow in the pirates’ castles
in the bahamas–

Woodbridge Investments LLC
buys structured settlements
even when you’re outside
The moment you feel the smooth
glass of the pane move slower
among but underneath your hand

You’re beating guitars to a blossom
over these cardboard drums

After weeks of whiteness grass
shows through–I’m hacking a lung
up for entrance because
true hackers explore not exploit–
I’m listening to http://www.paranormalpodcast.com/
thinking about death and
thinking about electricity–I’m
hearing the delicacy of
the phenomenology of
alien abduction–The modem shudders
and shoots fans of alliterative color
through the network–In this way
we can watch the fetus develop
dancing in the ultrasound–Every morning
a new interview with the qwerty–
Donna wants the final copy
of the press release for Rich–
I heart amphetamine
I heart the pale interstitial
veracity of my cock
as pier out to pure dark
trying to entice possession–
Let’s just smoke a joint
though it’s almost a sanctified method
and maybe we can best the DeFeos
fiber’d through burns and bifurcated

We hold these dark rooms
to our chests though they burn

Translucent mesh of melting snow

I was baptized in ashes
as a way to learn emptiness firsthand
They say neutrinos pass through us all the time

Read the frigid dips at semicolons
A copula locking cool mists to your thighs
What methods comprise your interface

You can’t store energy
Stared ever-so dump stars or rips
You eye yet plenty

Piled cold drifting against ankles
Sunshine smug with hegemony and lace
The white town grappling with sky