Debit Clough Admits Dealing Sex For Sex

Halfway between the termites
the fiefdom of my route
a light descended and dumped upon them
ethnicized it looked to me
these leased of my creations come due
that other earlier coded god

disappeared up a skirt

it’s difficult not to nod off in these beatings
envisioning being kissed against
day for night seamless rolled blue and hard
by an angel dreaming binaries
with bark in its hair this ruby must be filled
before the going whistle

some tricks were able to learn

$20.01 the pump your inevitability speaking
yet yours is merely a piecework
albeit in a series of vapid degrading states
highest in a judicial compost
tribulations of the windpipe the urinal cake
laughed off the stage before liftoff of

the placard they invaded themselves on