What am I looking for?

Any & all forms of "at best"
cagey Hellenism 
participle-ing it down
between the legs now 
who is blushing? What 
continuum brings?

A lover's plum exterior?  

In the hotel lobby out on the metro platform 
(crooning)

If I could melt it all down if I could
get to the very piss of its
carnival shape 
its gilded recompense 
its languid clusterfuck 

I came to Athens because my fabric-mind 
needed to sift 
Or maybe I was looking for a way to
accidental it just a bit more

And now look at me 
unable to sense the danger of
aorist's suggestive perfume 

Trapped in this room with you naked 
Nothing to do but get down on all
fours and stall again before the epic 

Linear B is a menace we all know that 
It germanes everything it touches 
Pantaloons deep in the city's gutters 

What enjambed swimming is 
What bitter-tasting vocal chords
always seem to leave behind

To the left these prologue-
Jesuits inducing labor 
To the right a nylon stretch
of the old city wall dying semi-annually 
It wanted a new juniper-narrative
but no one would give it 

Nylon hysteric
Prophylactics that take the exact
form & shape of any other low-lying thing

At this point in the game there's no
conceivable way they will ever be able to
honey imperium on their own
Tweedy 

Badly pronounced 

In the sense that 
no more than two or three inches
up the ass that's all you said it would take

Before this weather's malformed
procreation slips the leash
Before my genital-harmonic maps 

How to make sense of stolen linguistic imprecision 
drowning 
as we are in this one deliberate sun's flannel

& all of this testicular drama lifts
organed organed organing in the tune of poem's 
non-sexual unfolding the 
king of Athens is dead his smuggled
nipples (Danish) can no longer sounding 
sounding by which is meant by which is meant 
Watch me step straight as it were into a sea of plastic 
rimming while out in the square they are busy
haggling luscious vending's every lazy ovarian
sweet in the belly is what makes the belly 
This is the extent to which history proclaims the
victor the one who always emerges petroleum-bowled

Lost in the archive 
Hidden deep in the Parthenon's cuntiness
& all of the aggrieved money changers they're
crammed in the elevator they're 
taking bets to see which one will truant me first 

Athens like any other city a series of increasingly
thin leather belts monocle-flaccid 

Or did I mean all procreations are false Medea-cognates?
Pleasant in concept but surely accidental cinema once you get 
ten or twelve nautical miles out from shore

If only I could be this exact when your libel is ginning up inside of me

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