bypass the muse Poems

poked ribs
fairy mist
stars swooning
I giggle
...

your arms wind around and around
this new straight jacket
binds my thoughts
we are one moment of stillness
...

lips lit, liquid,
form a visceral kiss,
staining moon skin
in the dark forest.
...

i've been haunted by some polysepous infant
Wrapped in his public indifference
I've been quietly shattered
Dark crimson, the oozing
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there was a pool of ink
that seemed to grow
into rings of smoke
in bars
...