3.20.2011

cardboard triangles moving in waves in over us, mutating lust. bat wings flashing fast, full moon to the last. your socks match your face, wrap them round my waist. inadequate pressure like metal slipping between skin and muscle. let me feel. i want to feel, but physical communication screaming negative prevents success. crippling anxiousness. confuse, bruise, muse, lose, enthuse. congealed hard minerals in place of neural connection and positive affection.

2 comments:

  1. this is absolutely fantastic! (:

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  2. really like this post.. you should submit it/something like it to my poetry zine, details here http://ow.ly/4liJ7 =)

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