Dan Sicoli
edgelord in vice-capped nudity
the corrected nod
envisioned progressive naturally
as a soiled forgetfulness
flagfloggers retch soothsayers
for spoil son of wad dumps
new weddings rescinded
opposite vision spins
southerning themselves
hemispheric clockwork cogs
suicide lovesongs add an "s"
through disembodied cavities
barely teenage heartthrobs stab
unshaven chaos intentional
gathering fruit of hemorrhoids
alongside the black-boots
land it was liked
all-thumbs nation
motorbike roars no longer distant
vast exploited tallies
watchdog trinity idol resurrected
as they whine white for total affection
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but she knows
6. soy bird
she walked with graceful determination loaded with a glacial smile that widened
boulevards as if on cue silencing the din with sparkling eyes where seduction found solace in the pocket of her jacket inspiring cross-pollination of rain pellets soaring like birds giving birth in flight she wondered what becomes of animals and legends gunned down by nervous gods caught de-normalizing a world without
sucking attention with your choked eyes and prayers for rain have succeeded in influencing the world bionics remember she was praise before the act sweetens without the burn she knows what's hiding in the troughs of the face of tommy lee jones and what it reveals about opposites her dancing hand could caress or wipe
out the erotica of nature
to hell with this disruption ebb and flowing
pronouncing encouragement with soundless fractions
she can compete everything emulates her miso soup doesn't satisfy
14. catheter
rebecca dear
i been follow en you 4times!
if ever to single eyes
in surplus yearing you
so worse aplenty
my time pennies
worth everything control
heart love on missing you bab
4c. quotient
fairview johnny clenched the eight ball
like it was the lost orb of a long
forgotten mystic
roz pointed the cue as a threat
this meeting of rigid minds
could only conclude in the equation
and sure as a sunrise bet
it ended with patrons yanking
a bleeding roz off the floor
after johnny spat a chunk
of the pool sharkâs earlobe
we watched as the eight rolled across the tiles
fishing for a pocket
fifth. (missing section)
a variety of nightfall
cockroaches
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Dan Sicoli has lost track of things.