GOOD BYE
to all of you, dog-headed worshippers
of empty gender geometry, good bye
to your dead magic,
dry and sinuous
like intestines hanging
on a
suburban laundry line
goodbye to you ailing fuck gurus
you who harbour
abuse under
your ceremonial robes I hope
you burn
I am out now, a dagger darted
towards the schoolmen, a plague
upon eternity peddlers, you who hold your static rods
with such urgency,
I am out
a moon saving its own orbit
my own my own my own
metamorphosis
@OzoneGrass on Twitter
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