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(giricocola)*
there is a catatonic gloss i have caught,
from brief seconds of significance.
i turn the bottle on its head,
and wait for the honey to slide down.

i step-
left, left,
right, left,
right, right-
like an uneducated prince.

I CANT MAKE A SPARK.
I GOT NO CLASS.
i play with the surface,
while boredom follows.
with stillborns hovering near my eardrums.

they say,
structure is your friend-
they say,
denial spreads like wildfire.

And I continued to get my hands dirty,
in search of something sparkling, yet sweet.

though it may rile you when I say..

luna is mine-
those are my stars,
this is my sky,
this is my ribcage,
that is my aphrodite..
that is my fucking parasite to obliterate.
and lastly,
this is my ground to stumble on.

its all part of the routine.
-

*paranoia will destroy you

so today i cut your spine in half
but dont sweat-
it didnt really happen

i escaped from a burning building
seconds before the smoke inhalation or flames could do me in
but no..i wasnt really there

i was underwater
in the mediterranean sea
curled up in the fetal position
and flinching at the thought of ECT paddles
grasping my heart

thats how i felt
thats where i thought had been
at 2 in the afternoon

today i turned electric
its not what you're thinking,
just take my word for it-

i was so electric that everything was premeditated
i wasnt in control
of going back in time
SO FAR BACK YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE
there werent even dinosaurs

just dust,
then monsters,
then heat

..then white hot nothing.