I wrote a note for her in
French once;
For the girl, I loved at
the time-
Written to say my
goodbyes.
Though, she never left, just
read it over n over and
fell asleep on a strangers sheets;
Left me all alone.
Alone and alive.
Breathing at the pace of anguish,
before n afterness;
I've not written a farewell since...
I've lost my fear of death
here, what death?
There is no such thing.
There is only
mine,
or yours-
but the world
will be filled with the living;
mysteriously.
I have been spared
the fate of those who
love
words more than what
they mean.
“There are hills somewhere
In this city”
Men made them flat, they’re dead n gone
“ Can’t they make them over?”
No, I think they’ll be gone forever
“ How are you so sure?”
Because men threw me away too, just like all of that virgin land.
The mortal mind thinking
Deathless things;
On unhinged
Thought
Like a third set of teeth
Uncomfortable against
Stretch of cartlige and
Bone-
Hanging from yesteryear
On wrists bound
For carporl tunnel;
Thought
For man is a deathless
Talkative
Un-thing.
All the way down to your skin
That slid off when you let
Me take a look inside,
I have felt a reel pulling
Me forward with,
This lax momentum —
Your fingers strung a crown
Of silver and gold around
My head where
Thoughts stuck between
The leavings.
Made pathways along my
Scalp that burned your
Image in my retinas,
Took refuge neath my tongue.
You brought the taste of iron
Along with wine that settle
Swelled in my belly until
It burst with lust .
COMMENTS
Nicely done
That is real deep. Love it
wow i would say its even a little moving .
COMMENTS
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Angelus
22:37 May 01 2016
this is perfect