an angry jangle of silver bells
upright in either lung ashaking.
Also lungwise,
a lungful of lust
and a desire to climb you, bright boy,
oh la la, look at you,
lux of the angels,
red of the devil,
toast of the town like here's to you,
You comedy athlete,
the simple game you nail down.
Didn't we try?
Twice or so. You were terrible and I felt surprised
at your fail, starkid,
awful to me twistingly,
twerpishly, like let go, idiot,
let live and like live.
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