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PRIME CUTS#10

in the scrolling of things, man finds man,

word laden with the present cocks the trigger

in a tongue where the syllable falters, -appoint.

the city frustrates sexual expectation,

pushes the steps and shatters the silhouettes.

eyes on a roundabout searching for crumbs

console themselves by carving the solitary cum

in the retina sketchbook. the flesh evaporates

from the ashes of the moment and becomes monumental:

the freed libido moulds large men out of marble.

in the statutory thirst of making it last,

pencils lick sheets not knowing if the abdomens,

waiting for teeth that don't ask permission,

come from the streets or longings. traces of risk.

sketches, ten versions later, take a risk:

hey, you, look at how you disappoint.