harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
take up each pink pill as it comes : the pink of a mouth on mine that finds the near red of nether neverland ; the crown of my clitoral frown as the ceiling finds me awash in anamnesis . we tried to dampen my memory with a hot mouth — hand held wrist — but it had been twisted behind my back once more . six eyes pricked in the lily stamens of your shamefaced bouquet whose perfect virgin white falsely flattered each flayed limb of us . we flounder in the light of yet more cigarettes , the orange glow of the city that sings me to sleep : try to swallow it down each day — try to dream away your wandering eye , your cardinal betrayal , your hands that touched trailed an alien's hip : three blue pills and the ceiling dream it all away , away if only for a night .
(07/05/2018)
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