Ninety-One Eye-Shaped Vessels

Ghost can't cut
and Ghost can't bite
but they sure do I said
made full of beerwine
and capital letters

elasticized and sigh
sigh in size
pull a weight down
the waist
and raised up
in paper cup

Ghost can't whistle
and Ghost can't recite
but they sure do I screamed
made full of oxygenated epsilon elevation
and capital offenses

elephant summit axis
burned out brown decay
ugly cathartic conscious calculation
liquefied lessons of
calligraphic balsamic vinegar
sideways street-stopped vacancy in
hollowed hallowed sight-freezing eyes

content with the fruitless
expression of contention
cut a dark parade
swallow beak-breaking stones
a further refried claustrophobia
dead in a pine box

Ghost can't bounce
and Ghost can't breathe
but they sure do I barked
made full of caffeine
and capital investments

Come out and live this misery.

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