Saturday, January 26, 2013

m-ness

a vague, swirling depiction
of slow motion dying in a smile
crooked so beautifully, all
tucked into the corner of its cheeks snugly,
wonderfully wrapped up and
all in saddest commercial ever,
which
almost whispered the colors it
loomed around the shadows of the room
to sink the walls with differing rays
and bless us all with
natural eyes to blink
and simply drink it in for days

curling misery, i steep the
slow synch of my sleeping brain in
curves and words that wrap my feet and
bind my sides in splitting refrains, like toothy laughter
conjured up with fences and shrubs, dimly lighting,
spreading on these sheets and streets like rusted cargo trains
in heat,
so i can feel the back of my teeth
and slowly go insane.

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