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(on Glitch, titled of Red Cut in Half; poem about Peter Frampton(Who:))
Peter
alone in his shriveled black home(hole?)
searching his gruesomely memory for some kind of clue
as to the of his penis
he sits on baby, i love way
and slowly his (something) trousers
Slowly, he pulls down his flares
and holds a underneath what once was
bounty, bitch, man (undecipherable)
(??) the mirror with his heavily inverted
fifteen of (penile servitude??)
the white (piper and rat heart????)
and the murderer, it is to see
(? ? ? ?)
one martyr of an land
execute this (???)
oooh baby, I Your Way!
he and he touches, he has nearly won
a slightly sinking forefinger
the man get off!
and searches slowly this train of thought
in search of a better