something new by H.M StevensSecrets fall
from my long brown mane
Unsteady blues
Snipped
from every last strand
of an invasive flaking scalp.
I am fancying neath the bathtub suds
unwalked terrain
Dirt nudged under my fingernails
wont come clean
I am chasing rumors
Through a soporific state of mind
into dark light, polymorphic lives
I am buried under twilight mounds
Relived from the suns blonde smear,
Pancaked over easy, a blow to the eyes
03/19/2006 Posted on 03/19/2006 Copyright © 2025 H.M Stevens
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