Talib-on-Parade | Alibaba’s platoon 40 o thieves
Come! My presidents Go! As kings Bring! Your platoon 40 of thieves Strap! Your riches Well! Upon your albino asses
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Talib-on-Parade | Alibaba’s cyclics, fire sale
Bring your night-visions for barter Sell your valkyries, rotor by rotor
Talib-on-Parade | Alibaba’s 9-volt brother
Remember the brother dismember: Up-ended him Suspended, w other wingèd mice Splayed against your nine-volt algae-green night Who forgot the Continue reading
Talib-on-Parade | Alibaba’s atonement awaits
Atonement like colorless unpainted stripped sun-bleached dawn like daughter empty wordless awaits
Talib-on-Parade | Daughters buried like dirty cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
Talib-on-Parade | Hair-dressers and daughters
We shunt them retarded cicadas Back Down To end their days With dying potatoes With sightless centipedes Hair-dressers and daughters Continue reading
Talib-on-Parade | Like any poisoned goat
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any Continue reading
Talib-on-Parade | This madrasa-mutton, seared
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
