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dream pressure

I sure hope I never see you again.

Every time I do

it opens that

old can of worms.

 

I saw you once at a party,

when I was throwing up

on the bathroom walls

and you laughed at me

and I dreamt of you

for days.

 

One dream

you told me if I brought you

a human skull

you'd add me on Facebook.

All I could find were these

teeth

you knocked out of me.

 

In another you played

guitar on a staircase.

through a ring

modulator

and asked if I wanted to

play too.

Then you ripped the wires

out of the ring modulator

and jammed them between

my teeth.

 

I've never seen a can of worms,

but the way that you make me feel

whenever I remember you

is exactly the kind of

condensed slime

that makes up

the can of worms

that you are.

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ryan-pemberton
Australian
Published
Oct 23, 2013
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