Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Tired, Muttering

Numb mouth clenched fist stomach

Hate an angel of winged brilliance and winged
everything every
thing more than you can
be or have

salvation sleep temporary or
permanent until it's not yes

tricky trickster sleep, fooling
finally some sense of arriving in
a comfortable skin

and then toosoonmorning brings
fresh hard-on and
pyroclastic orgasm comes like a mouth screaming at
thousands of feet per second to
eat every piece of your
brand new calm

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