the hungry moon possesses a mysterious silver blowtorch
we burn in the neon deliverance of
reflected light
a baffling massacre of comprehension
this universe
that moon
a barbaric balloon billowing, bobbling
suspended, aching above city skylights
an orb filled with the cinders of everyone's
feverish dreams
this night has eaten our sun
in a sauce of stars and churning
cosmic milk
narcotic planetary stallions
galloping across the black vast
marbled table
of space
my bed a casket, my head an airpot
of dangerous fradulent circuitry and
rusted ginger
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
the hungry moon possesses a mysterious silver blowtorch
we burn in the neon deliverance of
reflected light
a baffling massacre of comprehension
this universe
that moon
a barbaric balloon billowing, bobbling
suspended, aching above city skylights
an orb filled with the cinders of everyone's
feverish dreams
this night has eaten our sun
in a sauce of stars and churning
cosmic milk
narcotic planetary stallions
galloping across the black vast
marbled table
of space
my bed a casket, my head an airpot
of dangerous fradulent circuitry and
rusted ginger
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