morphnacular vi.: anunnaki dysphemism
Joseph Milford

 

join in the gestalt the data
             basalt, up to bonelevel
mercury notwithstanding
             all us steeplechased into
stun-gun barricades
             scratch a ticket at the petrol
station of riding a bullet
             into the founding father's
liquor cabinet and just desire
             to walk on the moon made
us beautiful—then, we had
             to go and do it—this whole
thing was a dare to monadic
             overdrive—we didn't even
know until the bit was pulled
             out of our mouths how to
say extraterrestrial

 

 

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