17.2.21

lady bladder cherry

long long ago and long before that lady bladder cherry receives in her maildrop a letter from a dream which she interprets as

the dead have roused from their rest to hunt lovers in the garish eve

losing votively themselves in thickets of critical mirage

fragmentation in those of plasma

as solidity avers itself

 

but the dead dont get lost thinks lady bladder cherry opening times parasol let us flap the flag of our pudenda on the markets parliament  let us suicide by not suiciding

 

the lady that day has been on the dead and while this is no aberration it becomes this day one

 

go where everything negates you

but that is anywhere

 

licking my eye like a cytherean dog

you lie depudic by the gonadal gates

 

cherrys on deaths dais and doesnt know it   bladder may have seen this message   ladys dreaming of a letter that has the mind of a letter that loses its dreaming in the dead

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