sometimes, my head explodes

the discordian hours: 1 August 22, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — somniare @ 10:10 pm

hands in collusion with one another
trading theory and spreading
sweetly lacquered lies in finger smears
stain mercilessly
these plain white walls.

moments intertwined
a synchronous flatline
the last scenes of a fading dream
always choosing down
almost easier than turning around
you bait me now
and I climb, prison-bound.

minutes in coercion with one another
bonding secrets and inflicting
a saccharine scar by the prism’s dance
tossing light at the ceiling in birth
a starlit depravity.


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