Glasses
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Jigsaws of Blood
It’s tick-tock o’clock In the morning of sun and blue sky Fingers in quicksand Mind in a bog Body in a fog While the truth hands of the insane Are tacked to social crucifixes Mangled bone and muscle Like bombs on schools A candy stain burns away Catastrophe brains steal the day Black wasps dangle… Continue reading
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The Dice of Life
Harry Potter glasses stare back at me. The undefined womb in my dreams has me catapulting thoughts and ideas. Why does my head feel empty when I need it most. It’s those new pills. I think they are draining my soul. I ache to create but the words don’t come easily. There’s a blockage, there’s… Continue reading
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