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rainbows vomit what? Burn Piano Island Burn! Coconut pupils
never shut? Burn Piano Island Burn! Jigsaw babies and their
bamboo stilts? Burn Piano Island Burn! Charred toucans weaving
their black sky quilt? Burn Piano Island Burn! The sea shells
scream out celestial code. Melting on the shore inside a flame
sno globe. Burn Burn So burn Piano island! Torch the treasure!
Torch the shovels! Torch these hands dipped in gold lacquer,
Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal
wings. I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the
hungry quicksand. I buried out children of pineapple skin where
the generic sunsets sparkle so bland. I split my grandmother
like a rotten papaya... our fright to pollenate the flowers of
fire. I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war
mausoleum... I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue
seam. I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen.
Burn Piano Island Burn! Soured Pa