August 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
I miss your shimmering guts your gusto.
Miss your bloody beautiful shimmering skull non stop thinking
The madness that haunted you but made you who you were.
Your condition. Your temperament. The crook in your soul you called it.
You the leader of the Argonauts on a hunt for the golden fleece
You fought the one eyed beasts of your mind