rep #6
bird learns horror story of clipped wings
what noise can my throat make if it sings?
coming up the back stairs, shaking in the moonlight
come on just go to bed now, I can't do this tonight
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little boy fishermen
In the same way we've always been, we are one. I can't explain this to anyone, I don't want to even try. I'm here and I'm alone, and I'm there and I never am. I'm allowed
rep # 9
Grease filled mother, I don't need clothes to say who I am. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Dream of blood and a stand up scene. Are you sure that you know what you mean?
so long, farewell
The flow of consciousness is on a loop that spills out onto a page. Alive in the new same old way that I've always been. I'm in a cocoon. The self sloughed down into nothing. Same parts take up an unrecognizable form.. Some day this will
rep #8- tea shop too full
drink in this new way to exercise divination I'm over this melancholic dying on the cross take a walk in the rain under polka-dot umbrella stand behind, have a look at something that I'm not