I used to love
the ripple
of her.
I Cherished
placque suns.
I walked amongst
the withered oaky clouds
reaching to the earth
in capillaries
of lightning.
I made
****** on journeys
in the night
to the
licquor store.
I could take refuse
and morph it
in my hands,
because they were
her
hands.
She was the gravity of neutrinos,
I spun
and
spun,
and threw off layers,
as her bra
lay on the floor
and the laces
of her ******
lay
whitely
in the corner of the room.
I could've been anywhere
in those final seconds,
the club with it's thousand
orbitals of dancing brilliance,
the park
with it's millionaires
of hate,
the senseless
desert
of my
heart.
I was in the rainforest
feeling the universe
in droplets,
and my pores screamed.
Destruction
is something to reminisce over,
and I moan
like a cat in the night
with it's broken leg.
I moan
like a dwarf star,
getting smaller
and
smaller.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
I used to love
the ripple
of her.
I Cherished
placque suns.
I walked amongst
the withered oaky clouds
reaching to the earth
in capillaries
of lightning.
I made
****** on journeys
in the night
to the
licquor store.
I could take refuse
and morph it
in my hands,
because they were
her
hands.
She was the gravity of neutrinos,
I spun
and
spun,
and threw off layers,
as her bra
lay on the floor
and the laces
of her ******
lay
whitely
in the corner of the room.
I could've been anywhere
in those final seconds,
the club with it's thousand
orbitals of dancing brilliance,
the park
with it's millionaires
of hate,
the senseless
desert
of my
heart.
I was in the rainforest
feeling the universe
in droplets,
and my pores screamed.
Destruction
is something to reminisce over,
and I moan
like a cat in the night
with it's broken leg.
I moan
like a dwarf star,
getting smaller
and
smaller.
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