1.15 misc draft
where birds
fouled my head
chasing vultures that
do peck at my half living
corpse schroedinger my other
half genetically modified we crawl
together palm to bloodied palm the slow
movements of the mangled ... kissing the gash
in my arm ... burned mouths that mumble
deformed syllabubs um pain hurts hard
I push the button now bound and
gagged to the world for real
the chains forcing me to
love my favourite
tree
beholden to Lala land
1.20am 16.02.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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