i have to get away from this absence
of feeling, it threatens to size me
up to shut me down down like a turtle
shelless and bubbling, waiting for
a plate to rest its weary head upon
--
and we cackle deep
crackling our backs
like fried skins
and snap like bones
before spilling
marrow all over
fronts
of clean shirts
---
the texture i can feel most
vividly in my sleep
is your skin
the smell that harasses
me most nights, and snatches
of day, is too














Devious Comments
I like the sort of mysterious feeling I get from reading this
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[NOW you know, this is what it Feels Like...]
NINE INCH NAILS "the wretched"
I detest it admiringly.
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Mä oon mikä oon.
as well
xo!
--
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
Amazing. No less than that.
--
I am beautiful for the one who loves me.
But they seem like different poems.
First you have an absence of feeling, and then you're feeling the memories.
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I'm not going to ask you to,
but it would be nice,
if my gallery had visit from you.
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Some keys might need locks, but others make beautiful music when they bump against one another.
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