there is much to remind yourself
of other's dazed concepts
like coming to terms
with your own madness;
The Smiths
and this cigarette
reading Life Alone
by R. de Ungria smashing
my head blood sprawling
across the page
blasting in my ear a fecund dark.
what am i to do
with a hand,
the spindrift by the sea
blowing against the windows,
with a thigh,
this palpable quietude
all mornings arrive
with a hatful of shadows
vulgarly obtrusive
with the night,
a den of thieves.
Caligula rearing the ******
to Nero, and I to myself
in front of the mirror
still
clawed by the same
beast maimed
behind the bush.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
there is much to remind yourself
of other's dazed concepts
like coming to terms
with your own madness;
The Smiths
and this cigarette
reading Life Alone
by R. de Ungria smashing
my head blood sprawling
across the page
blasting in my ear a fecund dark.
what am i to do
with a hand,
the spindrift by the sea
blowing against the windows,
with a thigh,
this palpable quietude
all mornings arrive
with a hatful of shadows
vulgarly obtrusive
with the night,
a den of thieves.
Caligula rearing the ******
to Nero, and I to myself
in front of the mirror
still
clawed by the same
beast maimed
behind the bush.
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