The stress is a
distended gut exploded catapulted into the brain
Splattered like
egg yolk on the underbelly of my façade
Eyelids crackling
with fervent awkward forgetfulness
Reruns into
remakes transpose the actresses for novel breaks
Surprise out of
error catches the sunrise through the Roman shades
Forgotten the
blackout curtains and the empire of the sun crashes the pillow talk
Washed in silence
the soiled laundry feels indelible to alteration
The crosses and
canyons, the tongues and choices tattling
The playground of
flesh and acrobats misgivings for fingers slipping
The night time in
pairs protected and still scared
The candle be
snuffed in the vacuum of oxygen
Like a trainer
being pulled under by a performer-orca; fish for flops
Appearances and
the cosmetics of crystal methamphetamine
Torn to age in the
bubbling stove tops of candied rocks disguised as options
To choose or model
the home life is toppled in the gremlins spawned
From eating after
midnight into the woe be gone of what was inside
Each soul
masquerading as a severed limb of the trillion handed one
Blocking with a
multitude of pesca-ping-pong paddles flicking flippers
Of an impenetrable
barricade like Bruce Lee nun chucks
Where there are no
fingers except the evolution of a water mammal
In water, on land,
return to water, yet still inhaling on the surface
Transmission in
the cortex call for social linkages in the pod
Every spark exudes
the safety of isolation, lead me not into temptation
For the phalanges
of walking men drown me in the penalties of companionship
Wanting to affirm,
but everything says dive
Hold breath until
the surface is clear
Vision has nothing
but open ocean
Glimpse, none of
this, back to the sea floor
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