bibles
breath took
beckett text
second look third look
sonnet shook
he
held
this
in
his
hands
gave it to her man
how much
is
it
w o r t h
then
well where do you put the
dollar sign in price le$$
one
one only
one
lonely
the loneliest
no price
no take
which ones
are
fake
what do you want to be
rich
what do you want to be
right
what do you want to be
hap
py
what do you want to be
drunk
what do you want to be
koh
what do you i want to be
mo’
mo’ better
with each letter
each phrase every day
henry’s finger disappeared his hand his leg then his ear
i left him face up on the floor back there in the darkness the hardest it’s the weakness in the weakest it stares out the window beneath us shouldn’t treat like we’re worth trust time alone is the worst such
rust
dust
and
lust
i begin to suspect that the sneezes are lies
just a little part of an elaborate disguise praised to proof void of truth unknown to all but here now ruined counting on the wrong conclusion hidden halted heretic hues just hoping hoping it’d be some use no longer merely subterfuge black the mountain with all the clues creeley climb make your move after all this is the thing to do
in the midst of bibles big money
wonderous craft
forgot by all those walking fast
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