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i avoided looking into mirrors, your eyes
those kaleidoscope eyes,
littered in acidic fragments that always could,
and always would, see right through me
i remembered studying the curvature
of your spine, your pieces like vectors, your skin
patterned fractals; it haunted me endlessly; so I went
back to sleep.
i cried myself into deep comas
translucent with lucid dreams of you waking me
in the morning, with light plum kisses on my
collar bone
those kaleidoscope eyes,
littered in acidic fragments that always could,
and always would, see right through me
i remembered studying the curvature
of your spine, your pieces like vectors, your skin
patterned fractals; it haunted me endlessly; so I went
back to sleep.
i cried myself into deep comas
translucent with lucid dreams of you waking me
in the morning, with light plum kisses on my
collar bone
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something to write about as home
I'd been drug sniffed
addled & otherwise
by agents in
deep
blues
demanding
points of origin
questioning allegiance
mis-
or
re-
placed
hope to heart to god
like father thought
or
hand to fist to mouth
like mother taught
as if no one had
colored those pale
shades of
in between
so I shook
as all good books
taught me
stretched taught
toward
a sinuous
trail
of spread
skin
a constant
a(c)cord
a consistent
connection
to the shape
you've made me
I tried to trace
this journey
as a map
but found you'd
folded us
into
song
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I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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