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hospital gown green (06/28/2015)

burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.

Sigh
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Parroting:
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmidon

Rebels' waddle, black mirrors' spin
sickly spindles; 
temptations' touch
send the innocents to dreaming death
cyclical spider-strides: ravenous firebreath
and other stories told to bedside tables
sweating thru hospital gowns
Twisting IV stranglecord cables
Round and round,
faster and faster, lungs chasing
the ever present, ever distant
running, drowning bastard.
What would we do if we ever dared to catch'im?

fevered breathing,
wanting, needing
wanton morphine orgies, breeding
the sidearm son named wednesday icingdeath
come to pull the plug at last
Bury my suffering (my suffrage),
in pillow stuffing and baby's breath
in that order.

And the world will stand by, pretending
that she never knew any better
Blind eyes turned to madmen
Forever and ever
Amen.

lung butter rum butter never meant to live this lo

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