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she said: sometimes I get so pissed I wanna gouge out their eyes with spoons I said: I have danced on shallow graves stamped the fresh dirt flat she asked: chattering all the while to distract those around you from the obvious? I answered: graves are closets in the earth with locked doors she said: the empties pile up like bullet casings I said: the heart is a pig tissue is absolute darkness she said: whenever I hear the word revolver I reach for my culture I said: my life is an extended series of oh fuck moments she said: the fix is in, baby the baby is in the hands of fate have dealt the cards I said: lips buttoned no longer living she said: I am no longer living I said: there is no more no more she said: desperate pulling from faceless bottom I said: feeding inside slim fish slender pulling thing she said: milk is milk I said: once when there were eggs of grey banter falling sprinkling descendants she said: and when their eyes are sealed golden with sprouting jets of silver they shall be healed I said: everybody knows this she said: a rhinoceros is a cowboy I said: with less than nimble spirit in many ways the apple and the orange are useful to invoke she asked: is it really? art that kills is it really? I asked: a slow-jam in the throat an enormous bulb a bullet shape lipstick jammed in the little throat like a hard, mumpy cock? she asked: is it really art that kills like sunday morning whiskey like billy sundays childish baseball evangelism like bombs and the murdering psychotic knife? I said:

then and there in the shadows the long knife has lost its will