5d

She douses my synapses
with her words
Coating the embers of my feral mind
Her
poetry's panacea salve
portends a psychic blister

Madness brings
The traction of 10,000 competing thoughts
Now nullified
with
the synchronicity of a whisper

I walk the floor of my apartment
Like I'm lost in an unknown endless city
as
Nights stretch into days
I pose for
Poker face stares in a mirror
Red petals dripping lexicon
you know my favorite vice
still cadavers know no pity
even the graves of great men are ordained with mice

Clark Davis Hitchens
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