god kissing carrion.

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‘The Sun breeds maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion’
– Shakespeare

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shallow thoughts in the morning, before breakfast
i left one door wide open
but kicked away the stops from the rest,
yesterday I was in the museum when you called
not my own- my history-
the portraits have disappeared
instead i m trying to make sense of numbers
diagnostics
beating out shavings from ashtray butts
i m happy gone from where i was
watching ghosts flicker on the foggy screen

the plane had stolen a touch
at the end of a lace curtain
i was trying not to take in
the peeling paintwork, the bits of wall
scattered on the floor
i d seen it all before
back when i was an aquarian soldier
learning how to use guns
i had swallowed swords, digested grenades
with ever increasing hunger
been clusterfucked, sown up with shrapnel
and regurgitated, like some
syllabic sum

there is no alpha and omega
but i am the cosine to your tangent.

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