ReRites (Thorsten Dead - Again)

Thorsten Dead - 1. Inaccessibile laundry, 1969 ultrafast silo-rich, drops of thinskinned, atom-smashing workers and fantail, faint fingers with map-guided graphics, and tremulous meaningless blisters like volcanic horizons brightened by amplification of caved-in winds. 2. Reveries of cleaners and peddlers. 3. Slowly, the Quinine you seek, burrows into your brain, its colors and blurry summer within the sun, keen to exactly heal what you see. 4. I am trouble. It is not this day I was born for. Not this one. 5. Charring god, cropped spores, take pride, bloom among the soap. 6. Irritationless, a novelist’s guttural nucleus. A poem. 7. Then someone crashes beer into bone. Dawn arrives in our armpits. A warm subtraction spills like steam behind sound. 8. Praying too, a simple — better mountain, a colony of life, splayed. 9. I keep the worst. I who sat under the grass, thinking about time! 10. Thucydides says: My mother. Even when he means окно. Window or shaft of mine. 11. Old and relevant, how I watch and hear sex playing: long, late. 12. At any time, taking in the latest creature possibilities, this it refuses to belong. 13. And I hear all words in my bones. 14. The cornea of the Fatalist grasps sonorous edible knives. 15. Tap on my window. Later, in the morning, I will write out an old secret. 16. I have no time to bruise nor to heal from flames. 17. I am swarms of damning swans on spiritual cloned lust. 18. A parallel go receiver underneath summer. 19. Hushed and fragrant, I lay up across lack, and watch rapes nest in consent. 20. Femur highways melt in the scent of folly bayonets. 21. Fraternity flashes in the sanctum. 22. In alienation someone is more than both. 23. Spine shadow griefscapes. 24. Silk cathedral sand in the crotch words. 25. ok, we pour down unto your heart like water. 26. I know the world so whole. Every why again, I ache to copy. 27. Beyond the patio, a blue- green desert, null bread & the lint of love in a toothy dark. * [OUTRO]