The Wax Conspiracy

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Waiting room magazines steal you from paper shorts

Sunset ushers a golden glow where the day is about to end and the night, the oncoming evening, is ready to be done with as you please. All the worlds in a sense of open opportunities before bed and the snooze strikes at 21:00 local time.

roadside picnic

Ducked it for too long, but got caught with that right-eye glaze – that deckled edge on the lens awards cataract wisdom... & not much else. Call it, -tribution: ripped of a prefix and left for dead.

the eyes of god can’t get any bigger

[-W +H]as poetry ever been commissioned to absorb damage adsorbed in the municipal briar patch?

pull the trigger

Countrysat, hereness declared. Rows of houses sat on rotted ground. Transpose that sumna -> dodgy foundations for periodontal disease. What pass them slicks lodge in the duodenum to be iron-leached and kerosene swabbed.

we'll all go together when we go

Pooled into insignificance, radiant, incandescent, umbra-proof – white wine, half-pills and chemical peels make for healed heads and delayed obituaries.

Toe knuckles are not best trimmed with incisors

Cripped and stripped, bare down to the toe knuckles. There, by the sea, across the wharf, we sit. We sip. We spit. Yesterday takes enough of its time getting through, and we're barely on the other side. A smoky haze we've never better seen.

Crawlspace cabbage is only good enough for potluck dishes

Ratlings, you'll find, are faecal deposits that line your walls and crawlspace. They're so-called because the size is like a small rat, bigger than a mouse, and often come with a tail-like drag. By the time you've found one the waiting period to exit the contract has lapsed.

Themed gifts and presents are meant to break you

More shells turn up under the scissored ribbon. More and more everyday. They don't stop coming. They'll never stop coming. You make one joke about Demolition Man your go-to and then like that, everyone thinks you've got a turtle or snow globe type of fetish that needs to be sated.

"both tried to behave as if nothing untoward had happened"

Industry (Preston School of), locus of such dissatisfaction. Something to be approached gingerly, like an obsessive-compulsive might a rococo tureen.

MITTLER ZWISCHEN HIRN UND HANDEN MUSS DAS HERZ SEIN

Sweep the leg is the new embolic paradigm. Each of they own stick to they own, and always always render unto Ghidorah. To talk the opposite of toxic is to talk Quixotic.

Sweating through Voynich

Pristine pages fall out and we're looking for the staples, finding only stitches. Saddles with no horses, backs broken all the same. The song turns, the sun dips across, and shadows cover up the kitchenette table. We've found crazy in a moteless place.

a certain tendency

Jobbed up, teef loaded. A certain tinge of porraceousness; eyes filtered for a girl with Doc Martens and Jean Seberg hair. Dye marshalled against fabric, against all good sense; isms bypassed for aesthetic grandeur. Liminal space invaded; exploration of aberration: another grim fandango. Swollen dreams spat, of debasement, deprivation and hardship. Drop the drop-ship, Sulaco-bound. Strapped in tight, leeches lashed to my broken head. Palimpsest potential, scrape away the asemic: all that big talk, all them dwarves roped & rationalised. It’s the wrong tube now, primed and directed, caught red-headed. Stepchild disguise for the last time now.

Eating fish that can walk isn't pescetarian

Hospital gowns that open in both the front and back are actually torn. In which case you need to find tape, or at least another gown. So it is that when fish supplies are gutted from both ends, it’s time to look for something else to pick out of your teeth.
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