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(on Glitch, titled Image of Red Cut in Half; poem about Frampton(Who:))
Peter
sits alone in his shriveled home(hole?)
his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue
as to the of his penis
he sits on baby, i your way
and slowly his (something) trousers
Slowly, he down his tattered flares
and a mirror underneath what once was
bounty, bitch, man (undecipherable)
(??) the mirror his heavily inverted resolution
years of (penile servitude??)
between the (piper and rat heart????)
and the murderer, it is to see
(? ? ? ?)
one martyr of an ancient
execute this (???)
oooh baby, I Love Way!
he touches and he touches, he has won
with a slightly forefinger
the man get off!
and searches across this train of thought
in of a better hope