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Flip Digit-Cyndi Dawson
Flip Digit
Mental petroleum burns faster.
Thoughts aflame; lit matched flare of nostril.
Angry twist of lip and cheek
borders slack jaw;
borders hunch of shoulder blade ;
borders flip digit cackle.
These hours crawl. They smell of sarcasm.
Sarcasm rots up poisonous, inhaled into
lungs scarred of the previous.
Scarred sludge and roadkill.
You can’t cart this away.
It smears permanent.
It lives in advantage to [...] -
Your God Forbids
Master fire
instigator thigh
whiff of drink
and smoke
tight as elastic band
soul asphyxiated
right at the neck
and you with your
no holding
lack of control
issues
we’re all insecure
Master gunner
machine gun tongue
exquisite hands
have not touched
climaxed
in years
asphyxiated your groin
now my neck
wring it dry
so no words have
want
ever again
you have killed
the poet
left her dead
in cafe street
You have killed
the poet
knifed her legs apart
drained her alphabet
bled her
when all [...]
