I have medicine.
Am being kept alive by progress.
Little pills like droplets of pale blue
Doctor-nectar.
I have been inside women so beautiful
I nearly gave up
Ghost.
Their confidences were instruments
Of classical composers.
The creative pleasure of the
Universe manifested. Aesthetics. Pure.
Their bodies were salty
Words longing to be
Poetry.
They did it.
Made flesh immortal.
My hands were dead upon them; my
Heart skipped beats in the name of
Glossiness.
Twig fingers upon dead silicone.
And I grew around their hearts
Like a tree around a graveyard light post;
Watered with tears and appreciated at times
When any
Grieving heart throws itself at anything
Beautiful and
Rigid.
For something.
I know love.
It tickles and hurts.
And I know death.
They're related.
Sisters separated at birth.
I know Poetry.
She says to Death and Love:
*Do you guys have the
Other two
Thirds of
This
Medallion?*
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
I have medicine.
Am being kept alive by progress.
Little pills like droplets of pale blue
Doctor-nectar.
I have been inside women so beautiful
I nearly gave up
Ghost.
Their confidences were instruments
Of classical composers.
The creative pleasure of the
Universe manifested. Aesthetics. Pure.
Their bodies were salty
Words longing to be
Poetry.
They did it.
Made flesh immortal.
My hands were dead upon them; my
Heart skipped beats in the name of
Glossiness.
Twig fingers upon dead silicone.
And I grew around their hearts
Like a tree around a graveyard light post;
Watered with tears and appreciated at times
When any
Grieving heart throws itself at anything
Beautiful and
Rigid.
For something.
I know love.
It tickles and hurts.
And I know death.
They're related.
Sisters separated at birth.
I know Poetry.
She says to Death and Love:
*Do you guys have the
Other two
Thirds of
This
Medallion?*
