Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

i’ll let you know about heat the teeth eroding erotic decay and decals strewn wet across moist flooring breeding blind white flies tossing and turning flames rolling against your throat sinkhole in the middle of dreaming knives in a pile on the horizon rotator cuff his speech impediment roaring in sunshine’s midsection sensual like a tongue in syrup my blues my huge oranges and hues neutered by massive drug tolerance toltec wisdom she nudges the monitor to face her kissing memories long past expiration dates hung low and iridescent from trees warped or bowed from too much talk to them across a field cracked with shadows who seem to know my name and hers too as if flung so effortlessly cascaded blitz fallen suck from vague curtain embers along the desk’s li po sinking as he tries to hug the reflection of a moon

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