2004.MAY.18: STING

there are reels of time
where the rain drips over the lenses of my eyes,
and the lights of the world become dazzling fractals.

my stomach churns heavily over burning alcohol,
and your perfume settles into my nostrils like clouds of dust.
my thin body sways in the breeze of the night,
and i teeter on the mouth of a shadow
who sharpens his teeth on blades of grass.

you are the devil that drives into me with a drunken red snarl,
and i lay onto you all the fictions of this universe,
yet collapse into rigid angles of your elbows.
i feel heavily drunk yet terribly aware,
and this binary duel dwelling inside
peels away like the flakes of potato skins.

i've always swam in these murky waters -
foggy language and emotional wildcards.

perhaps the sting of the wetness in my eyes pulls in too much light.



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