Four of Hearts Attack!

gulf's round conversation fumbles
stuck bidding myocardial beating accents
the crackle of an unidentified burning grass
bathing in the smoke
breathing in fumes
a diplomatic kick to the mind

it hits so hard he becomes blind
to everything but an uncontrollable
uncomfortable feeling of wanting to
escape himself.

Print the pressure of the spadework
actuate the articulate alibi

I was never there for instance,
for I never was anywhere in any point
or place in time.
All being in me,
turn over triangular hierarchy,
you are just another step
in a twisting ladder of trope.

Soap.
Soap.
Soap your brain.


Four of Hearts Attack!


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