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SLEEP SWEATS

I'm realizing now perhaps a little too late that my queen sized mattress is far too big for me alone not to say that I can't spread out I could drape my legs off the side like I'm some pondside thoughtful little girl whose character if you could deign to even call it that was written by a a man who even with a mother and a sister and an aunt and a bitch and a bitch somehow never learned that women don't go applying to be Ladies of the Lake for half baked Lancelots because they've got better things to do like breathing and dying of which I'm doing both.

- Ic@rus

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OATS

My morning glory my oatmeal if you could be bold enough to call it that Michelin wouldn't give it a fucking flat tire much less a star

where's the cinnamon? is that what we're doing now? no cinnamon in my oatmeal?

feed me that horse outside why don't you no no that one the one you oh so love to ride clearly it's been fucking the brain cells out of you I'm almost jealous

bring me the axe I'll do him in myself I'll send him to sleep like a champ

pinky promise blade betwixt the eyes

and if the chap doesn't bite the dust on swing numero uno then I'll just have to go to work until the job's done

chop chop chop chop

and I hope you bring me a fireman's axe for the lad's sake for morale's sake for your sake pirate captains love their brown pants

it's a favor you see and maybe when I cleave the kid up and grind his hockey puck hooves you'll take the hint that no one seasoned seasoned or otherwise can stand a bowl of tasteless oatmeal where are you going?

hey this bowl's still full buddy one of us is going to finish it and I'm the only nigga who's holding an axe.

- Ic@rus

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POETRY

I'd like to slip within the silk folds of your robe and breathe and breeze on the braille that only I can read.

- Ic@rus

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VICTORIAN

She suffers no fools like the cloister clasps its collar with no sense of whim Victorian, even so I've no idea what I'm doing within even a ten mile radius.

- Ic@rus

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IN ABSENTIA

The courts have found her in absentia and the jury, with little to no deliberation:

One (1) count of hands on a slightly less than hard body everyone is working on themselves some are just further along than others or lucky and lazy yet even still the hands. Guilty.

One (1) count of we had planned to fuck a raucous fucking thing too really get down to it like the world was busting up at noon and our only saving grace was the mercy between your legs but we knocked to the sounds of sirens not for lack of trying even so you wound around me would have been just as good a way to go. Guilty.

Two (2) counts of too tight a squeeze for a second round in the shower the heat is good for passion but bad for balance to clean you head to toe is more fulfilling anyway. Guilty.

Four (4) counts of Polaroids in pitch black only to capture the essence not the picture because privacy is still paramount even among the worst of us. Guilty.

And one (1) too many counts to count of quiet subtle silence legs within legs within arms within sheets that make moves even when we make no effort and somehow - somehow - coax us closer. Guilty.

- Ic@rus