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Eyes Cast Downward- Memoir Excerpt

Originally hand written in July 2015 Late Spring of 2014.  Just Months before liver failure Our eyes are nearly always cast dow...

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

2nd Ave Churchyard: Memorium

Friday the 13th of May

 Graveyard 'Exquisite Corpse' Prose

" ...The idea of primordial unity related to something existing in or persisting from the beginning with such force or qualities it cannot be extinguished..."

~ Kids fuck in graveyards?
All day and all night.
They tantalize the corpses,
in her imaginings while
concrete scabs lock the
wounds of Rape Way,
that ugly alley that
you thought you wanted.
Dumpster fruit, kisses, narcosis.
Oblivion is unattainable fantasy;
snake swallowing its tail,
Ouroboros come to me,
give what you suck!
(and he sucked all)
my favorite whirlpool, 
my only lover; 
a corpse grasping 
at kids fucking...
One horror is preferable. 
Another is debris, fragments
that I constantly puke
on to your grave,
you pitiful man, undead!
This won't hurt
at all he said,
his eyes inside out.
I pray mine close. ~

Mary Catherine, Cowardice Queen
Erin  Mazer Burley


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