phenomenon

every bit of my writings
are growling, are snoring
are joking, are laughing,
are singing, are dancing;

their snazzy compositions
tame you and savage you,
discolor you and color you,
you, to swim through them
frenglishly pathologically;

every bit of my materials is,
by fixation, a phenomenon;
is your hot friends who aren't
like a drug; they're the drug;

anything's sacred; invites you
to get wildly poetic, to feel me,
to play me, right as you'd wish,
my lust, on your dreams' shelf

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