April 1, 2014
With Responses From
Apr 1, 2014
1 Min read time
The Stars are Calling, Skin Sacks
Bend over the altar, shove
My tongue into your daylight, finger
On wireless maps, a participle medley from your breathing apparatus
Singing the Body Technology, a schizophrenia always giving back.
I said let me write you like love,
Let me write you like love’s fire.
But I missed the star guts crashing theGlobal Market ways,
Crushing me with its gentleman hands, eyes without a face.
I see your face again, the fluorescent light
I learn so much in hiding, my electric nest cake.
Could not map us out of eleven dimensions.
They would just go on forever, smudging the details down,
While we have you...
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