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A exquisite honeycomb

saintedmad 07 Sep 2018 Tag: dreamstate 0 comments, leave your own..

and a stitched quilt of small prisons
containing birds and little dutch girls.

once i was watched.
patchwork tourniquet and blindfold.
the gospels spill the blood best
and these hollow eyes and lungs say such things
bemoaning beasts and breasts cleaving to the plainest plains.

a needle for an offering
sticky with intent; my ratlegs twitch to stay awake.

drawing crosses in gravel now...
slow crows sit sideways and wait.
for the ascension of rain or for me

to smile.

silent playgrounds chatter
and i am like your last earthly pleasure
or something antisocial, like a low sigh
that no one who knows you ever hears.

the skull purrs with memory.
roars in the throat like a waterfall
utterly possessed of oceans' cries....

i will be there waving
when my bones repent.

but to whom but the moon i know not.

Words: 145 / Updated: 19 Oct 2018 / © Copyright

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