bells collages the feeling of nothing there despair, despair
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SONNET #11: Fellini Gives Good Butterfly
Red Light the frame develops lipsticked midgets lave the moon
underage butterflies with silver wings showing vintage Janus films
we watched Roma spaghetti cunnilingus was involved
constellated pasties, gluons, Higgs boson Coltrane blues
there's nothing orangeable anymore Warburg Pincus Turn Yourself In
of surging adrenaline waves;
to which all my ganglia raves
like little hands that gleefully laud
a magic show and thrill for more
Mike was never five again
mad chronicler and broke sit with Vidal signs of the end
the moon a lovesick clown balloon, gassed remember the horrorcaused
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