Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Gifted
Unsuspecting despondence,
It flutters around
Like jasmine teasing
My nose.
I yearn for
Flimsy words to
Cure my heart.
But I tattered that
Organ, to keep out
The raging hormones
That form eerie
Thoughts of murder.
My mouth foams
For the chance...
To be crowned with
Razorblades, floating
In and out of the world,
Mirrored grimaces
Taking over simple minds.
A dream christened
With rosemary tinged greed.
To be Thursday on a Monday,
To be Canada in Paris.
To be anything that is out,
And nothing that is in.
5-26-11
It flutters around
Like jasmine teasing
My nose.
I yearn for
Flimsy words to
Cure my heart.
But I tattered that
Organ, to keep out
The raging hormones
That form eerie
Thoughts of murder.
My mouth foams
For the chance...
To be crowned with
Razorblades, floating
In and out of the world,
Mirrored grimaces
Taking over simple minds.
A dream christened
With rosemary tinged greed.
To be Thursday on a Monday,
To be Canada in Paris.
To be anything that is out,
And nothing that is in.
5-26-11
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