Sunday, June 14, 2009


supine and out-of-love
wall surfing
stiff willed and
and turbulent

chopped down
by infinite fidel,
curled up fetally
puling like a baby

my brain gushes
hot buttered soul
supplanting the gorge while
spitting exorcised truth

gunk-ing the system,
wadding the nasal fossa
killing the flow and
everything in it's path

unpleasantly adapting
to my inner eyelids,
forcing my veins up and out,
pushing it's way through the murk

the moisture massaging
my tympanic membrane
passes thick through with
light white sputtering steam.

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