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coma dandelions
by Paul Marinoin the hallway mirror where i've pretended to dance for voyeurs at Epcot
i model my poorly concealed internal organs unfashionably
nurse an abscess in my mouth
superglued hands eloquently positioned
my beauty school eyes flicker
for the flighty, excitable hearts of pastel flora
winged eyeliner to hide my ordinary face
i do not want to be late i want to forget my physical body
inspires electronics to self-destruct
coquettishly vulnerable, i tickle my neck with florescent twine to test out their kisses
the hair is counted
its miniature sounds placed inside a single moth to die 07/09/2014 Posted on 07/10/2014
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 07/18/14 at 02:30 PM sometimes i wish that mirrors didnt exist and it would be easier to leave the physical behind. Nice... |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 10/02/14 at 09:38 AM I don't know what to say about this but I love |
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