Lasso New Landmarks: Stitched In Skin

—for Andrea i. Outshining Iowa, July heat wrestling boys, wrestling mass appeal, pink personas quick parody, snag some lashes we all knew better than jutting chins out hip thrust get sidewalk strutting and strap song, don’t leave it all leaning, like rotted out columns where brick cracks and falters, don’t let the hand do the sorting, the eye is the candy for twitching veins skin thick my gridwork, my girls walk in every arena K buys it bold framing it, pockets the cash D finds it broken re-builds it then brings to the table A needles and kinks it patch hard rustle splatters it S uneven lines it, swallowing color, lit slow ii. But what about sweat and tonic waterproof lined eye gestures grease up and gamble she swore not to torque heel but unsteadily so, Chicago gone sprawling on-stage, her every crevice seeks carnival eye where shredding lace bares tattooed necklines art edgy meets carnal heavy heart throb, abandon stage fright, less concern over who’s coked up breast stroked getting cover-girled shoveled under other egos iii. So keep lip streak and reigning this curve’s what we’re looking for can’t undo what seeps inside keeps the drive, mad devotion to slither tongue sideways born of corn snakes each maker sought skyscrapers getting left letting lost keep circling the occasional stage sounds, stunning pressed our ears to his every speaker, passed from sofa sleeper to caught in jeepers creepers whose hands off the light switch swift pitch groping flesh fumbling, to remember who by the bayou, that bitch’s broke fleeing, the queen of scene spoke dig me up a sandwich where the crawdads don’t float iv. Pop art smash seen in flashbulbs dizzy half-smirk go lolly it London crowns New York still fawning over a fresh shade of blue, a song, his eyes and after, valley strong awnings to huddle under, inhale get angled, aim our sight toward said map value she’s south west and central come matching this cat verse speak solemnly, go v. At breakneck speed to breed answers, ask some stitches or silk-screened stripes soaked in taunts, turpentine, a tumbler, who’s quivering? The Louisiana cat attacked my face today, and when you say sleep on it meaning not on my doorstep the roach is—ready, aim— acquire gritty fingertips beads and beer, bare threads It’s that time again crooked aftermath in the grass, come and smoke some vi. Surprise given to latch-key creations, she’ll spark sweet departures. So enigmatic at the upstart, composition keeps craft. Go lasso new landmarks and practice your liking. Our collections of ladybugs, older thugs speaking bravo staccato—each crush doesn’t make the math less wary, doesn’t mean the mouth meets error in it. Calling sundown and leg up and crackle sit spindle. City lists like a cemetery, tempting untamed locations. Undecided whether to rise or ripen, ripsnorting at the red, see how horns pierce the air. Her thunder stole readiness from buckets and ash talk from slick poles out-stripping the earth from under us, trashy landings, transient fumbles and car lots in question. To translate the icon and outwit the beacon. Seeking solid wings, the urge to breathe build upon.

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