Ivana Amy Gomez


Octopus Man

There's an octopus man
He lives within these cold walls
He sings me songs
and lights big cigars
When the moonlight's vacancy hums soft tunes
We dance
We slow dance for numbness at 2am
Our feet glide across the floor to sad melodies
But we don't weep
We leave that to the broken
We leave that to the rest of us

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