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i. ventricloquist
Yank my artery strings
for the cardiac puppet
show. My veins orate
speeches on the taboo.
My heart’s loudspeaker
drowns out the decibels
of my dendrites
ii. systolic phase
This time bomb thumps
to the thought of your lip
balm smacking its dynamite
against my kerosene. Your
coronary kisses electrify me
iii. said the thalamus to the atria
The orphanage
in my limbic system
harbors the hearts of
every guy who has
ever flirted with me
underneath its
goreboards
iv. arrhythmia absolved
Lysol my amygdala
until these infected
lobes relinquish the
imprisoned lovers
in each chamber
v. aortion clinic
Forsake
the jar of
hormones
that sits upon
my neck
Yank my artery strings
for the cardiac puppet
show. My veins orate
speeches on the taboo.
My heart’s loudspeaker
drowns out the decibels
of my dendrites
ii. systolic phase
This time bomb thumps
to the thought of your lip
balm smacking its dynamite
against my kerosene. Your
coronary kisses electrify me
iii. said the thalamus to the atria
The orphanage
in my limbic system
harbors the hearts of
every guy who has
ever flirted with me
underneath its
goreboards
iv. arrhythmia absolved
Lysol my amygdala
until these infected
lobes relinquish the
imprisoned lovers
in each chamber
v. aortion clinic
Forsake
the jar of
hormones
that sits upon
my neck
Literature
Angles of Light
That window which you look through Seems heavy, but the eyes You use to look with, set alight Each thing a thousand ways: Is dawn a bright mosaic? A bird in a gold tree? Disaster or a masterful Display of artistry?
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Secrets
The archives bursting at the seams A crack slithering on the walls How long can be those secrets kept till the snake grows and the dam falls the paper in the darkness gleams? How long can be those secrets kept Words wrapped in the thickest covers Is this how your design congealed Friends turned into hateful brothers feelings scorned and the trust bewept? Is this how your design congealed Of honesty to be bereft? Open the archives, drain the dam until there is nothing left but the naked truth revealed
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perennial
so we reside in a time of decline the sky falling down around us but here in the quiet we can unzip our skin hold the mirror up to insides (and you have never been so stunning) love can you hear can you feel can you be my roots and we will hang a rope swing in the branches
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my head
is bigger than
my heart
is bigger than
my mouth
but nothing compares to my
libido
is bigger than
my heart
is bigger than
my mouth
but nothing compares to my
libido
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Absolutely gorgeous imagery!
I really love how you've structured this.
Great work!
I really love how you've structured this.
Great work!