sdss1416+13b (zercon, a flagpole sitter)

this is my job

i don't come around and put out your red light

when you work

what's the matter?

didn't you get enough attention at home?

if shit were music

la da da

la da da

you'd be a brass band

know what?

you should get an agent

oh yeah

yeah

why sit in the dark handling yourself?

for lavinia

who goes like gynozoon

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v

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iii

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i

for the citizen

whose joke lays in their hand

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v

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v

ix

ix

iii

to play fugues

on jove's spam castanets

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ix

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i

vi

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i

cattle are slaughtered

entrails examined

spread out across the moon

the tisza is rising

topless bars overflowing

pulsing through the flumes

drop-kicked coloraturas

fouling my ears

bypassing an anorexic sky and

scar jumping grafters

chorion-crying

how can you stoop so high?

for papiria

who plops the pantheon

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vi

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for grosse gauls

who won't leave our sheep alone

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vii

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norsemen do not eat the big pink mint

flush hard

it's a long way to athens

gone from your wooden palace

the wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes

where termites scribble the walls

twisted forth and gone

little father"