Lanonic and not like Lacan neuroplastic not like a dolphin fanning Fannie Lou Hamer from the salt lamp window don’t make sense fingerprint on the mirror then abduction has its resonance
It sounds again
But that is no reason to blame the large birds of prey for carrying off little lambs
Having been taken ravishment a fake thing victimhood is and so what is it that this torment really wanted?
Not the pathos of distance not the path to jazz and rap music and misogynists and this strutted witness not Mingus’ big ass violin which brings tears of joy to my eyes cracks me open where the messiah shows himself for the murderer he’s been
We wanted to be forgiven like my hero mentions into the mirror again for the murders we intend
Large merchants in her skin a big selling hint a woman has her prices this ship might be a kite on the lips of her endless confession
