Subjective Account of Superlative Relativities

I, NOT IN LOVE, AM A TRAGEDY.

SUCKING GROUND. TRIBUNAL

FOR AN IMPENDING BURST.

A DRUM ROLL, EXECUTION

CALIBRE,  TUNED TO AUTO FAILURE,

ERRATICALLY

CHARGED LIKE

A MAN•HOLE,

DRUNK ON WAR,

POSSESSED IN THE BITTER BELLY

OF THE WORLDS;

LOST TO  TESTOSTERONE

AND WASTED MOTHERS’ MILK.

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