Brain bits
Upon the ground
SPIT
Contains an element
Testament
Pain
Irreverent
Irrelevant
Thrumming
In a drowned-out
Overtone
A soul floats
Survives
Just
…
In all I spat
A call
See it
Swimming
Frothing as it swears
Amylase dying
Denatured
Saliva speaks alone
Clears the ire
…
I feel as grey as lead
Dark death-grey
Accentuating weight
Cold weight
Cold-grey death-weight
My message
Frothing in the dirt
The little pond
Inside us
Outside
Fucks me up
We hide
Inside a mother
…
I turn to drink
I'll drink to that
Will SHE?
The quiet
Mirrored eyes of
Psychic
50: 50
Love
As 40: 60 -
I'll check for her disguise
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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