a man of conversation
like a typical neurosis that's linked to
la machina de mi corazon
como la manzana de mi ojo
i'm a bug and the magnifying glass
is my mother and the hand that holds it is god
and as he picks me up from the pebbled ground
he gazes
but i'm too busy feeling the inadvertent heat
emanating from a palm that glistens
and carries me into a nightmarish comfort
of both unknown and like I have always been there
there is no start or finish
and i'm happy
and i need it to last forever
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
a man of conversation
like a typical neurosis that's linked to
la machina de mi corazon
como la manzana de mi ojo
i'm a bug and the magnifying glass
is my mother and the hand that holds it is god
and as he picks me up from the pebbled ground
he gazes
but i'm too busy feeling the inadvertent heat
emanating from a palm that glistens
and carries me into a nightmarish comfort
of both unknown and like I have always been there
there is no start or finish
and i'm happy
and i need it to last forever
