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just a nervous swimmer making threats to capsize cross legged eaten alive praying acoustically so you could hear a ship that plunges through disaster’s eye the harrowing digestive pit of the sea willingly swallowed lying under the collapsed ceiling of the one that crashed all around us snow heavy on headlights blanketing windshields with sloppy mounds the bitter Christmas and a night ride, cold headlights a spelunker’s lantern watching the masturbator on stage his back facing the crowd black curls like a blindfold he smiles like someone in church but behind his teeth something seethes red lipped rosy aloof (the beautiful drunk who I’ll write many lines) I called you the Ouija way but it was disconnected Athena poured the milk you made down your slopes and poisoned the valleys looking back and tracing photos wondering if you really existed at all walked in the humidity and only wished I had said nothing realized all the time there was no one I wanted but you, curious feeling of being startled awake boots making me heavy spent the next few weeks swimming tirelessly upstream proud salmon ***** that I am
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
the temptation to wet the bed is too great
just a nervous swimmer making threats to capsize cross legged eaten alive praying acoustically so you could hear a ship that plunges through disaster’s eye the harrowing digestive pit of the sea willingly swallowed lying under the collapsed ceiling of the one that crashed all around us snow heavy on headlights blanketing windshields with sloppy mounds the bitter Christmas and a night ride, cold headlights a spelunker’s lantern watching the masturbator on stage his back facing the crowd black curls like a blindfold he smiles like someone in church but behind his teeth something seethes red lipped rosy aloof (the beautiful drunk who I’ll write many lines) I called you the Ouija way but it was disconnected Athena poured the milk you made down your slopes and poisoned the valleys looking back and tracing photos wondering if you really existed at all walked in the humidity and only wished I had said nothing realized all the time there was no one I wanted but you, curious feeling of being startled awake boots making me heavy spent the next few weeks swimming tirelessly upstream proud salmon ***** that I am
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
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