i want to ruin it by Desdemona Sinestrato 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 Copyright © 2023 Desdemona Sinestra
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