the touch of the taste of patterns
in my drying mouth
forgone conclusions river rise
in the summer south
you will never quiet someone
like me ever again
the combustible secret stolen out
under you my friend
seeking signing soiree eyes
dark raven black point
movements in rhythm quaking
tearing at the joint
mobile massive missives masticate
unnerve today fate
many times over the process
unable replicate
another missing picture faded
on the crumbling wall
hand and head and feet and ears
ringing drowned doll
I don’t recognize featured masque
becoming my mother
hearts outside beating peaks
hands not of lover
correlate contrivance drug hush
rag thing sleeping smoke
gun and knife and noose and fire
memento mori
Brittle bursting base brutality
bits pieces story
cramp twitching confused cast-off
turn inward hateful
Pulsing portent protesting pull
grubby worm plateful
Homicida non grata maleficus
snuff my young candle
stalking hunt hound hurtful
malice moribund
link of gold and skin and brush
community stunned
I hide and seek and find
failing the evening
turn and churn and burn, unlearn
thrilling stop breathing
the taste of touch of patterns
in my screaming mind
haunting in soft outer circles
the next one I find
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