Aught, no. 15 (2006)


Justin Vicari

“BUT NONE OF THEM IF IN DEATH TOGETHER”


1
rock frantic winter moon you
mistly drool diamond shine

 

2
essential

delicate chain-like boy after
            mean moment
dressing

 

3
let beat hot

say No who

think as is

 

4
Sweet drunk juice in raw meat whisper on it

 

5
Our black egg language
is thousand delirious
behind             what
and
ask sad top
            Like he was
                        he is
                        So cool
                                    &
                                    a
                                    time
                                    all
                                    chocolate
                                    :
                                    No
                                    loco
                                    TV
                                    for some luscious tongue

 

6
eat sea

 

7
We would go go want run
but        sleep

 

8
trudge there or
swim
            butt      soar
                       away

 

9
I as she
and
she needing
her
not only
I
am most his

 

10
Some cry then live
gown gone breast smooth
will be next over size
puppy and repulsive like stop light

 

11
Near place pole
sordid must boil
            the bed

 

12
Though we sit with tiny spring ship
            vision
two still garden from above the sky

Never
tell ache in mens part & on gorgeous rose suit

 

13
a
wind
pound through rain
Why when eat sea
drive rusted sky
Hit by the urge in water

blow of beauty

One pink shadow
See like me
            Lick the fiddleer
                        of produce
            Use pant sing
            Girl moan forest can
                  have those easy
                        is as
                  storm watch
                        ing man
                                    in saying a lie
                                    an outed lather gift to enormous
                                                                        rip under

            “But none of them if in death together”

 

14
He put an I at the car
but not a felt lusting

Fluff club love
did incubate
the languid iron
Those fast and afterlife
            voids
did at their sun shake him
      tet are hereby & were
                        the motherest

 


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