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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Anodyne

Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulonimbus anvil
Contiguous with some rakish air worn by the sun
Fed wild through actuality; leaving wise men still;
For immunity to the gods,  frames the holiest one.

(2014)

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Asteraceae

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
Eliminationship

As you brandish your corrosive clo… And cannons of musty dystopian dus… I’ve eyed the serpents that tangle… Determined to render my shine to r… Their sly malevolence and curious…
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God Mend Thine Every Flaw

Falling off the bottom of your bli… unkempt and lost like a fart in th… crucifying the dip clinging to you… kids hang their cellphone bills on… Your fridge is covered in crappy a…
Desangrarse

They say that time heals all wounds and I will be fine, But they don’t know I’ll bleed to death—
Water

How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
Ill'd Ego to Err

I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
So, I’ve decided.

Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
Black Hiss

Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
The Poisoned Chalice

Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
Missed Aches

A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess
Half Full Circles

Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
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The Hole

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
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Flat Affect

Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
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Ride Along

My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
Delucid

My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
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