fornication tables resting easily
on the melody,
perpendicular motorcycles asleep
in car ports – a
mind’s battering eye
a slave to grammerlaws –
drugs creating the need
for drugs, the need
imbuing the language of
function, the
function
belying the need to
create,
liquid smoke and
beanbag speedways, ears
that see,
a tongue of no words,
ink
made from
sweat,
getting high on the inner lobe,
sanctuary –
sanctuary,
idolization,
forbidding,
desolate gardens how
they house my
desires,
intoxicate my lungs,
eternally,
be this freedom
(whisper)
be this freedom.
Birth sign: Taurus
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