I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
July 6, 2011
marionetted,whetted empty kiss
pantomime me
I am animated
strung, hung
seething and searing
with an foamy boil
and a chorus that ghosts
my empty spaces
bending, pretending to toil
in the odd curves of time
I emit with what's it
as I spit and spat
my spoiled longing
as I crawl with wingless mold
with my desire
silent and sold
to blind fear
near where
sticks poke through
the heart of me
slowly turning
as a stone would
towards the sea
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