ORACULOUS

Because you’re scared, we shoot you in the face
and you are never scared again, and your children
in the neck and them bleeding onto each other
imagined leeches a nation qua anderson had never
been imagined as one enormous orifice rimmed
the whole way round with shredders sucking
glut from your worst offal in the gullet of – and
pride therefore! and a new day and an old friend
and I inhale a carton of razorblades into my oracle
and pucker up for a fucking kiss.

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