love like Cyanide
in small doses tolerable
in quantities deadly

midas death to the touch
withering flowers
lifeless without sustenance
water dripping close
evaporating
before reached

needful tendencies ignored
negative impacting forcefully

choatic tornado envelops me
inside turning and turmoiling
churning about
dumped
chamberpot contents from
the window

fragmented thoughts
running about
ping-pong

cracked jar
bubbles fluidity
from beneath
underneath

lying on the floor
watching the dust bunnies
mate and play
play and mate

filtering light
flashes again
upon the floor
lighting the scars
a flame to the fire

higher i go
off into non-reality
realizing the hold
it forever clasps to me

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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