Barbie’s around the cloy
Flutes of spears,
Forgotten sisters of girls in
College, like Disney World,
...
Defeated by long days of
Fieldtrips,
Little boys that never learned
How to fly just lie out
...
I don’t want to rest anymore while
You sleep;
I know the gods in their forms
Gifting me with amnesia, trying
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Affixed to the ploughshares,
Like dust busters who can’t
Imagine their luck at
Watching the horse thieves
...
Even now all the night shines, and you don’t call me:
These are my silly wishes to world that knows nothing at all of
Them,
These are the most silent of prayers, the candles inside their
...
I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...
I want to join you now
Even before we have to eat lunch:
I want to place my hand on the browned opals of your
Knee:
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The night fills up anything that it can:
It feels up the houses and the lands of this world,
If anything,
That is what it does, while your eyes still burn for me:
...
I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...
I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...