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| Weight so heavy cripples Inertia on this floor smooth linoleum comfort No argument here Face flat on a cool surface by the door locked Dust collects on skin less like flesh Never bother get up Always feel a cool surface a dry stream purge Carry me down this alley avenue A hollow heart grinds blood Hollow head grinds grist of thought slowing beneath a table shadowed covered surrounded by empty chairs a wide kitchen hush lost village a ghost town Me and dust Tumblers fumble The dull door unseals Through that portal all lost to another time Stand sober Crumbs wipe away Excuses to be made? Why? Just, why? fantasize in such a primitive place where no one else can see me? Though where I wish be found before primordial decay 8.12.21/8.14.21 edit 52 lines, too long, too unstructured for any contest I know of. It started with six lines re-edited into oblivion and taken over by an imagination that tends to get lost while seeking its way before sobering reality sets in. Or, I might just be talking out of my ass, as they say. Ever just laid on the hard floor for a temperate place to let the mind wander away from reality? You can't think like me until you're willing to let your face lay with the dust bunnies. |
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