cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
If I'm skidding
at least I'm in
motion, right?
If I fall over the
edge of whatever this precipice
I'm standing on
is,
maybe (if it's
really deep)
I'll land in China
(the other side of the globe) -
And I've never been
there
I'm not going to tiptoe around
the orchard perimeter
Because of the
proverbial worm!
I've sacrificed limbs,
been flayed pink
and lost,
wavered blindly in
the rotten
core of it...
I can relate
Some silver glitter,
warmth,
friends, home -
joy really is a
simple thing
after all
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