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	Burning Down the House \|\| M. \|\| Phone(y) Sex
	Burning Down the House tree threads a cat's cradle of nearly stripped branches ...........over a jean-jacketed shoulder, .......under make-shift ice-pack of sandwich bag + freezie, ..................dropped to him from the jowls of the winged lion .........................with his paw upon the Gospel; .................................first conjuration of his personal apocalypse ....................................in the backyard, or was it the punker neighbour's rottweiler, dyed platinum? .........................blur-r-r ..............to the hot-rollered profile, standing by the kitchen window .......framed by (A+)ce report cards, laminated on the outside ..................for her upturned gaze .....................when she gardens tomatoes .............................cut in half ....................................to juice-beslobber his penis ............................................ ......................before she becomes a nacreous tooth fairy ........................................ .............................from a triple-X rated Grimm c(r)ybernet tale....... .......of sensual embracements ............................. or .................................maudlin vampirism? ......................... bloody .................................mandolin, stained .....................by her plectruming hands ......................on plangent boy ................................drenched with cold wine .......her warming kisses turn to ..................wormy sanguinary rosebuds ................................. as she bruises, burns ......................... bites and tears his flesh, ....................................sealing it in a jar ........................................... labelled: Christ's foreskin ..................she prays to it on the futon, .......while the house is in flames, ......................set by the butcher bird ....................................consuming their catafalque nest. M. M. Chrysanthemum M. Butterfly M. Saigon What next? M. Bangkok? M. Malay? M. Chin-a (Pet)? all silently chanting Colonize Me a mantra for the White-myth-maestro dreaming of wai tu yung girls dispensing rice cakes on open clam shells in a parade pondering whether her waiting cunt is slanted to match her eyes imagining lotus blossoms teaching you Hau tu Sekkusu hoping her soul is as yielding as silk not stone-washed like Levis denim seeing sum yung chic on the Cantonese cuisine menu, followed by fuc me slo Occidentally constructing the myth of Asian woman as exoticized cipher en garde: M. Commodifier M. Pearl Fisher M. Colonizer your chrysalis is rupturing and the butterfly is flying free no longer your frenulum flutterer. Phone(y) Sex ..............voices lollop across the miles ......... ..over telephone ling swimming ..............thru mouthpiece mediator ......... ..between ignoring her boyfriend ..............watching the Stanley Cup finals .......... .and faking a painful orgasm for .............................a Lolita klismaphile's .............. ..............asshole stretched agape for vispipuuroa ..............assiduously syringed in by ......... ..natterjack nautching hands ..............smudged with chalk from ..............blackboard algebraic calculation ..............completed earlier for .............................the tattling teacher ..............now sitting with a cordless over ..............piddle terminal digging her nails ......... ..into the candy-coloured neoprene ..............butt bulging on spongy doll ........ ...she rubs it on contractile cove ..............fingered once with K-Y by .............................the piano instructor ...... .....reinflated after student recital ..............he collects khulos like rare wine ........ ...in jeroboam hidden in basement ..............hastily slamming the receiver down ........ ...when his wife calls him to ..............Thankgiving dinner with ................................a turkey centrepiece ........ ...pre-stuffed while wet and raw ..............by pre-pubescent son who calls ..............the only highlighted telephone ......... ..# on father's bulletin board ..............nereid voice transports him ..............from awkward nescience to .............................a panicle net ..............looming to catch-and-recatch ........... tele-toucher with impressive ..............fuck-radius at 1-900-ZIP-BABE ..............manic for safe s(t)imulation ..............through fib-re myo(p)tic tech-toy ........ ...revealing unheimlich truths in .................................the thraldom of lies........
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