29 Nov 2014, 9:54am
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Gloss on the stuff

Berries were frisson
I wanted to eat them instead of the fries but
That is outdated
Do you understand

Degas put a newspaper
a matchstick holder and a rod
In a painting I hate
It’s called
L’Absinthe

Fingerpaint stretchmarks
The old benediction
Of skin where it stretches and creases

Pull it tight over you
Like a leash to a dog
I will be that dog

That is how we can paint
With blood and cum
And sweat and piss

And laughter
Very postmodern
Laughter after orgasmic distance

The scene is surreal
  twitch on my leg
Twitch and tickle my leg

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