The Swamprat Rimbaud🐭🐭
do the dead remember that they’re dead? probably not
they’re too busy now recovering from being alive
spent concave desiccate
soon seeds
lately i channel a darkeyed boy-man with thick fingers
girthy +dead ruined by his priest +his young mother
who gave him up on his birth day
these lost children love in a broken way or not at all
love=pain degredate unkept bitter slayers of kittens
sisters wives dangerous chameleon types
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..please sir i want some more..
(Charles Dickens Oliver Twist 1837)
Winter 2025 ..even if u eat yer meat..u can’t have any pudding..
for Frankie Stanford poet of the swamp the monastery
the outhouse ..i was made to cut the throat of a fawn.. i have
known the evil procreated in the offspring of the bad ones..
and for M.A.
..if it wasn’t for daddy..i’d be in jail..
songanddancegirl 