ever...i find it's not twenty or thirty or forty-
always run by some chemical and love is
reactions, bloodstreams.
ashes; reactions
maudlin childat times i've wished to nail into my hand a gentle wish & i blow upon the blood the still, silent, solid blood (practically plum-shaded in its depth) the intensity glares and stains lightning bolts in eyes a softdirty yellow lightning reminiscent of abandoned corn fields uncultivated and undecided in their pleasure of autonomy or lonesome maybe lonesome with the starkness it has been too long to return.maudlin child
orphaned wishes, gentle wishes (practicall
wedding+cogitationsI.wedding+cogitations
he is a bastard boy tell me where his father went so wrong hey tell me where his mother went where did his mother go but he's a bastard boy regardless
II.
don't ignore me don't look away when i am i n the middle of my se ntence because that w
threnodysing now, oh sing! dripping eyelashes over misplaced lightbulb eyes are you sure? might you be mistaken? no, no- when did it sink so low down to ocean depths where waves – where did the waves go? a flash of cognizance but no, no- do you remember, piano-sir, when we were pirates? when we wished to be sailors? sing now;threnody
sing now! sing the threnody for stars in clear skies bleeding their light into suicidal trees (feeling unappreciated) and oh! murmur this elegy onto your sheet music, yessir take a look and see my dears: there is no freedom.
bread l
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