#devlin cooper

cleaned desk top

background is stale

2 many pics to lk thru

ur dimensions r off

y can't u b big enough??

scrolling in finder

so much 2 see again

double click on u

lmao forgot about u !!

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ajax you little shit

speak with tongue

oh hilt-burier

                              even as wolf

                              I shiver in your clothes

                              murky silence

lacks depth

like puddles

at night

                              translucent noise

                              squeaks in armor

                              or bedsprings

or voice

your revenge

thin erebus eyes

                              you little shit

                              I too conquered

                              trojan lines

achilles laughed

at my jokes too

toasted my wine

                              hector's sword

                              lived in your sheath

                              before your chest

my wife

knows two legs

naked with hers

                              helen walks

                              without

                              your courage

now face me

old friend

you little shit

apps wont start rn

listen to me

aux cords are so real 2 me

/apps

right above dingle.mid

u sit on desktop

wavelength blue on file_white

just beneath wtf

i should just put

u in that folder

a window is a treasure chest

new eyes find

different seconds

difference second

gaze unbeknownst

lattice on glass

draws/quarters

we both grew

we both gazed

we both sang out

we both looked

away

vibrant world

oh lovely

vibrant world

chase to grave

now focus

focus

half-shit

          roll bg's inclusive

          anthologies bleeding

                              indices

indices

                indices

          roll bg's inclusive

          dogs and goats

coexist in bodies

brights lack tune

          spackled turncoat

          reefer madness

raws raws raws

raws raws raws

          xl xl xl

                      xl xl xl

xl xl xl

restart

KINGFISHER DAYS

monochrome tails peek

                      out from black

         tepid eyes

one up

                            one down

middle almost split

         opposition sly

isosceles beak

motion

motion

           white dot

white dot

                  on my own

I see one man

          martin           martin

martin           martin

          martin           martin

hat askew

keep mine aligned

          to what

                    feign regal

silent emphasis buried

five o clock

          shadow

                    stretches

grave countenance

female outline

          shift me down

glance away

          look

          at

          me

           white dot

white dot

yin with yin

tit for tat

Upstairs,

cigarettes waiting angrily

to be blown through conversations

when we're most attracted

on commune porch. Once heard,

clock ticks align blood

dribbling through flesh tubes to feed

the erection with each pump.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

Boo Radley had erections.

Saddam Hussein had erections.

Every man in the world will pump

their blood into their puppet

and dance.