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I have
an audience of
empty church pews
in my heart-basement:
some sort of
human-geographical
hot-spot
for shitty weather
and nuclear war.
I'm losing
poetry
like I've lost
Lovers:
A dying mess
of black octopus
ink.
No tongue
reaching into
mysterious
reservoirs,
no star spools
in lumpy, dark
ponds.
I've built and
spilt
a city of miasma:
I breath it in,
exhale
and repeat
like rain.
At times
I see messages
from Morpheus:
"Please make
markers in this
devil fog
and no longer
dream of
somewhere else".
an audience of
empty church pews
in my heart-basement:
some sort of
human-geographical
hot-spot
for shitty weather
and nuclear war.
I'm losing
poetry
like I've lost
Lovers:
A dying mess
of black octopus
ink.
No tongue
reaching into
mysterious
reservoirs,
no star spools
in lumpy, dark
ponds.
I've built and
spilt
a city of miasma:
I breath it in,
exhale
and repeat
like rain.
At times
I see messages
from Morpheus:
"Please make
markers in this
devil fog
and no longer
dream of
somewhere else".
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"I'm losing
poetry
like I've lost
Lovers" this is a special kind of ache
poetry
like I've lost
Lovers" this is a special kind of ache