May 26th 2014
I see a
life well lived in ruins,
where the
leftovers rise to begin
again,
afraid of the shits of numerous
angels,
always governing our out-
right
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the staple
of a life living within life,
clamoring
to take all evening away.
Text to
mouth to text to mouth to
mouths
entwined, we’re all just
beings
looking for a better remembering,
cast out in
the purple and brown bruises
we find
ourselves waking up to each
morning.
Alone, in our rooms, we look
at the very
things we stand on, amazed.
I see in a
slapdash, nap-time dream:
People
hidden, their hidden thoughts
hidden
behind their hidden bodies; the
very things
that make them bodies, that
make them
the very thing that they are
forced to
hide, for fear of a greater uncover.
It is
horrible to wake up, passionless yet felt.
