Transcribing my emptiness,
like emulating an ape―
to study the anatomy―
of a scar.
There was a brutal assult.
Uninterpretable was the ink,
like the blood spilled
after the vein collapsed.
An egg within an egg
would change the gender
of a name. A different money
was needed to appease the god.
The skin-sperms, and the
cut flowers. Times have changed.
I cannot fly like you.
I would write an ode to the nightimglae.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Transcribing my emptiness,
like emulating an ape―
to study the anatomy―
of a scar.
There was a brutal assult.
Uninterpretable was the ink,
like the blood spilled
after the vein collapsed.
An egg within an egg
would change the gender
of a name. A different money
was needed to appease the god.
The skin-sperms, and the
cut flowers. Times have changed.
I cannot fly like you.
I would write an ode to the nightimglae.