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
supplanting the gorge while
spitting exorcised truth
gunk-ing the system,
wadding the nasal fossa
killing the flow and
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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