Day: November 15, 2018
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Alien
Blackest black-purple
my voice returns to me
dragging shackles.
What vertebrate ghost did this?
A legacy of ice floes through
my life
High tea in hell.
They look so refined.
I close the broken window.
The wind turns back.
After the fire
ash sifts through the air
looking for something left
to land on
finds only my hollow hands.
My voice climbs over my tongue as
a weary and alien being.
My artistically rendered
silence leaks from my nailbeds.
The sky is black,
black purple,
and I am invaded.
Benzos
Bending benzos,
bows over my fraught mind.
Madame Rainbow,
Messieurs Blood and Cloud.
Somewhere in the city
Freud soaks my jaws
in alkaline water.
My tongue has always been
a working girl.
In my perspiring frontal lobe,
a waltz coated in epoxy.
Madame,
You have wrapped me like a gift
regifted.
Messieurs, I must dash.
My fun is running away
too fast!
Multiply
Mt Rushmore
