the war

January 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

There’s a war goin on inside I can’t hide from it.

its in my stomach.
It’s in her eyes turnt to the size
of two full gold coins full poised pointed anointed
and poisoned and posing all the petals
pulled from the rose and it loves me it loves me not

Then it move its way up to the throat and it climb out and it cries out and it lies not.

And It spies often and it starts with the grave and it ends in a coffin and it spins with the globe and blinks like a strobelight hold tight or let loose it’s neck noosed take a gander at this giant goose egg.


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