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Saturday 28 January 2017

the nipple corridor (Unfinished/ DRAFT)








supplicant
the nipple corridor
all you want is 
compilations 
suspending   milk 
faucet-ditch 
counting 
epiphanies  
tranche off-in 
 sleep 
portioned
new patches
of nervous fluid
is closer to thinking ‘nature’
bedded
this green earth 
the irritation becomes 
more lively, and you thus multiply,
to aggravate, to extend 
for you
 the inflammation is a signal
that pain
 is  not one's own
lethal metric
mingling with other pieces 
bursts civis 
like a piece of
the body  to be 
dominated 
  anonymous in
    uses circulate
your name
is a lock up
burnt calculation
their instinct of 
self-preservation
built hyper-competition
 into your skeleton
pirate shimmer 
      of adrenaline 
concurrent with  
tachycardia 
should come       
   at the 
end of something 
but the pillbox 
of your new body
is the non 
flesh of liberty
 you still possess
passing      are blanks
alternating  current
names lost
 to strangers 
not looking for personal shelter
to corpus, 
a 'career'
is a falling man 
to general agonistic 
of
 proper name
the      name       of
 impropriety is
unsigned, 
unnumbered
and we all die
dining on 
the terrace
off the  Casino