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i want to ruin it

by Desdemona Sinestra

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
Copyright © 2023 Desdemona Sinestra

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/09/16 at 02:33 PM

Oneself rather enjoyed that.

Posted by Rob Littler on 08/09/16 at 05:34 PM

some lessons are harder
than others

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