| asifIwereyou |
gjenkins
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drip away dreams of philosophical | 1 |
cupcake with extra blueberries of hope, | 2 |
as time beaten against the wall; | 3 |
I walk the atrocities thru the halls | 4 |
as the wild eyed beast tells me: | 5 |
“you have 5 days to get out, you | 6 |
have five days to pay the balance or | 7 |
you will be evicted,” it said. | 8 |
the farting thing walks away as | 9 |
obvious as surfaced deadness. | 10 |
my diminished flesh searches for light | 11 |
in poems pumped out of this Kenosha | 12 |
thing, poems on ceilings, biting at leg | 13 |
flesh; poems on the floor working its | 14 |
mosquito type anxiety. what, you don’t | 15 |
undestand the proliferated regurgitation | 16 |
of running naked wired words, shell shocked | 17 |
on my benched illusions. I let it explode | 18 |
in the yuma deserts; holding shockless | 19 |
flesh in my hand, throwing words at | 20 |
you like a silly one legged duck, as I sink in blood and | 21 |
holiness, black flawless tears run under the | 22 |
bathroom door. | 23 |
I stick the sound of the slow melting | 24 |
moon in my pocket and ask myself, is it the | 25 |
bullwinkle blue of reinvented destruction | 26 |
or is it just you? | 27 |
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