a distinction between two similars by Corey Lockabystreet ambition
tosses me around like lottery numbers
as i divide/conquer complex ego
with air, slow fast slow fast entering me
purple, flowing stringily through my ears
to my fingertips when brakes, applied so
green turns to red and lurch
my stomach strains pitifully against restraints
and my incipient breath is so quickly
coughingly displaced from my seldom lungs
that i sigh softly and feel, as
that everpresent tingle, traveling from
fingertip->-soul
asserts pain and love. 01/25/2007 Posted on 01/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby
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