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Waterlogged

from The Poverty of Language by ANTIBLISS

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Oxygen deprived canaries die alone,
Withered by tars of undying habit.
Like common tavern gnats,
We drown ourselves in shallow traps,
Race like undead river rats.
Overindulged orifices sweating tears of oil,
With everything they touch, exploding into boils.
Ribshy shipmates hung on hooks like game.

Remissive web of lies,
Combusted by fire.
Corrosive particles of mist,
Rotting pulled teeth in assembly,
At the bottom of a spiral staircase.
Wallpaper waterlogged,
Concrete floors and a prince in frog form.

Machine-owning kings seem scripted as if I am being watched.
Pursuit of happiness trap glue for which the only solvent is suffering.
Talk about a clean head,
Numbed by the sweet ambience,
Of industrial hums.

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from The Poverty of Language, released December 30, 2016

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