Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Hardcore

by Maxwell Clark

[Dzogchen]


Gully, 1am, piano raves flurry
The intrication of what is, roll 20x,
Jesus'd zoom-ups, hi-crashes---
C'mon and hurt somebody---on and on,
Then cut wavedeeps out, asphyxiate of
Blessed inhalants, or that, or
C'mon and hurt-dance to
Energon, it's colonialism
So polite, so beastie, as such,
Likes ur "babycakes", she is
Virtual, like destiny,
And the colors of the glues, o
The glues are a crackling greasy,
Snowfall over really old rocks.

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