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Friday, 12 June 2026

On Pain III (re-edit 3) (unfinished/draft)

 



Rose note in the genital area

snow fall has itself become sick 

the coarsest demands 

what is turning 

in the wrong sky 

tenderness to vanish closed 

the scent of oleander, pink pepper 

& tamarisks before fade-out 

the Heart turned gradient

in your Don't Die Crewneck

negative values conspire 

can be eventually eliminated

denied your sleep

between the Left & the Right

what wrecked chine torn lithium

through the street & into eternal gardens

but lay for me here,

your sweet-rising voice pining carmine

as if the dead would wait 

in your room are peaks gently kissed

inwards its private world 

so we become an insurgent cell of one

together & when love 

is not unbroken or exiled 

without eyes every small inurns

in the Kingdom of the Sick

New River Walk cultus medicine paste    

trespassing reuptakes some things are free 

through this alkaline garden

faery lands forlorn in place of doves

quiet breathe toured midnight 

on the sickle of your neck

will have to choose

just how much unpleasantness

we wish to create or conserve

sweet to giddiness 

the hyperthymic link,

or euthymic winking at the brim 

travel to Switzerland to die & the dying 

need not be sick 

rostral shell photographs of lilies

with funeral sympathy bouquets

Alex Karp’s mothers collaged motifs

Named The Gentlest Asphyxiations, 

& pain the type you feel

little insects all screws bolted

curled black lids 

fading shells kidney shaped abscesses 

bumps & the dead meant for Linz 

The Working Class Goes to Heaven

in a sacro pod every four minutes