from basement horizons made of melted lac resin
peasant curds fill the butter dish and demitasse
when the earthquake of our acquaintance
left a pleasure to wish for in the still concrete
the swaying halls of stone and stripped shutters
terminable beat that laughs at near-black violets
whose bashful tremors of drink make shells
and echo krebs cycles of citrus puckered Esox
the shipped pickerel of deteriorative acid fish
and the drunk walk home of unprofound animals
breaking fevers for feverish crimes uncommitted
beauty's inherent power is the urge to fuck well
and my noon digest of timely verse at waking
is a germ of pinhole flesh leading to everything
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