my joyce ?

her buried psyche echoes grey discrete peals of thunder

levelZero

her addiction to her dear ventricle is spraying streak cell amphetamines

cutaneously, morning buttocks transmit /expose sinker
vulva, procreating abstractions, gleams greenishly in permutation calculus

and

even

the floorboard calls immaculate, but bold amorous versions of moon

underneath

wreckage buried long ago as longitudes instinctively charge speaking spasms

sinker

addiction to unanswered muffled thunder steps

electronic buttocks

peals of barking aesthetics dub the outsides

plateau skies hang sickened

suddenly her traces get instinctive strings to be pulled in and out

it is in the air

cells maddeningly stir her wreckage wreckage

an immaculate orange

haunts her both wrists