Casper Lucia
Oil Can
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The fingers in my mouth aren't really fingers
they are extensions of longing that look silly
I've never loved somebody like this before
Thank god
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When I was looking up
I saw the vipers trembling
creating flaming axis of detachment
Desire That
crumbling
How is it that almonds are so bland
and marzipan is like, the best
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Suck the food out of my belly
teach them a lesson about domination
it's only fun when we are on the same page
no teams just leagues
Just language
the carrion of how ppl really feel
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What's the point if you don't have like 1000 crushes
I fucking love the valley
and its neon aisles
Cow print love letter
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Good morning to the wind!
to the moth creating its
cave out of dust
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and please say hello
to the spider who’s web I leave untouched
in a show of solidarity and respect.
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I can be whatever I want
for you or with you. deem me impenetrable,
for example. I wish I liked
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getting fucked but it just sorta
hurts. but I keep trying, imagining
fists inside me turning, like sometimes
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I just want to feel full. or I want
the most elemental part of a sensation
without the vehicle of its revelation.
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Sometimes saying exactly what you mean
is clever-er. I’ll try that out
in my underwear, symphony
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of dogs barking outside my window,
sweating in my bed sending a flirty photo
of half eaten stone fruit.
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I think I just walked thru a spiderweb
a spotlight on all the roses
a moon taunting me naughtily
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This is an ancient cry captured on resin
jurassic park style or like a cheesy headline
on a website with a lot of ads
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a dead fly rotting by my doorstep
a refusal and attempt
to know the world holding me
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a posture of “against” which I
delightfully embrace on this hillside
in mid August a puppet in my hand
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& jack o lantern
resting softly on my
head
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Language can sound so
round to me! & so does this music
that I sweat thru /with
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Hello I
am tempted
to make a noise only you will recognize