inside the pain he thinks
maybe wants
to believe there
may be a spark dying somewhere
to live in that
positively absolute
lonely dark
but his eyes starving
are just metaphors
amputating his body
from both hands
(those brutal mirrors of
empty gestures like
"each other"
cupping a two-faced kiss)...
...then he remembers when his mind
used to bleed smiles from wounds as wide
as the very thought of a brain
humorrhaging
2 comments:
I think this is your best one yet Paul
Love the title!
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