trap keeper;

They’ll all know me

Know of me, whatever

As drunkard, buzzard,

Chemical fire

& the list goes on:

Hitchcock and Lynch lover

Joyce enjoyer

Because the themes were always so

Tucked away

Had to be coaxed out

In order to exist

Navigator of fuckery

King of complex themes

That leave answerless questions

Killer of self, but not literally

But lover of the sour fruits

And hyperbole

Pigeon seducer, but pigeon catcher

And killer

And…

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Emotional motherfucker?

Unemotional motherf—… no

Emotional as a desert oasis,

And just as much a temporary stay

While hostility, direction is sorted

Just some route juice

With a tropical vibe

And gumdrop lilies

And pigeon heads

On a mantle next to

The coconut palms

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Can you tell I’ve been soaking

Long in the white light?

Fuck, think, sift,

Box out death beside me

Until dark; let’s walk the skull

And its wires

Make a trap

Just for me

To catch you

And your tone, wild-eyed

& fucking crude.