Treasure Island

Joe Elmenhorst

(11-27-1983 / Interzone.)

CUMMING CALM DOWN


With apathy and loathing lock and loaded with the door the moment in the gun before the smoke and the blast break white noise.
In the death trench blood stench with foot rot skin pale blue.
This is the last rites. Lights out.
Death rot cough stab hate. Gas X...
scoff the itch. cure for the mindfuck? Drenched in seX... skin This smoke blast cough, the hate. break and rot the smell of decay saturday Fights death smoke skin Nights, skin in lock loaded and with smoke before moment white Violent cough before collapse. Death from the pale blue sky!

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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