when they took the boy's heart out
found it full
of ash and dead flies like a lantern in a cabin
by a sick bend in the river
flicking away
banging like that for ten minutes
asphyxiating itself soft
gradually like this his cock didn't stop
beating for three weeks
while space moments iterated
to nothing
while the flush asshole of night sky
dislocated itself slowly
from all these moments
while one leaf from a oak tree drifts down
a tunnel
of history later he comes to life under the sheets
grabs the orderly by the head says you now
take my place foreigner with no credentials
wanna fuck my wife my daughter my
I got a unmasked celebration coming on
know that as of now I am a Buddhist
mouthful of flies
you know how it is when the weather
comes in close, tender, hard
where do we start, he asks
you pay me first, she says
pay me like fucking a cold wind forever
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