Planer
shavings pushed into the hollow groove
concubines
have almost become foam
you lick
the world inside you like a good boy
slips into
the feet
snaps from
a mighty bang
dreams
created by lonely neon
levitates
legally from spines labs
buy enough
of the rebellious sea
Fyn is
already paved when you wake up
a brewer's
honey dreams sufi
with
quivering lips leave
buy enough
of that foam
tiger balm
to close the anxiety
with a flaming limb.
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