Lipstick
like a bullet
John
or maybe Jack
Forehead
to the ground
LIAR
upon his back
Glittered
syringe
Infernum
est ars
Kisses
like needlepoint
My
God, it's full of stars
Sleeping
with the enemy
Yet
we love him still
You
could find another tempest
One
who doesn't kill
Quartered,
drawn, well hung
A
heart without a care
A
millennium of travesties
Modesty
got me nowhere
I
could turn my back
But
it would make me sick
Open
hands beneath the seasons
Tammuz
was a chick
It's
just a little ferment
A
compliment to dine
Your
sex and breath and secret smiles
All
already mine
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