to pull oneself out
by the skin from
the flavor ocean

to seize the cavity
drench one's baby smile
with the tar of mid-morning
as if to deny its becoming dusk
petrol

to live a life
untethered by a life
succinctly stretched lips
around midnight's algific vein

to obnoxiously fix one's lips
to refer to oneself as "oneself"
a blessing is an idea
bled from an indurated cadaver

to mean nothing is still something
and to mean everything is still
ultimately
nothing

08/06/2016

Posted on 08/06/2016
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