by • December 23, 2015 • Art, PoetryComments (0)904

Too Lait


Can’t decide if you’re just patronizing me

Must determine if I’m merely stationary

This is your reality

Floating on my back through the milky-glue river you’ve spun for me

A web of liquid life flowing like a stream

This is your waking dream

You stole my silent scream

And even angels know how to fuck

All creatures are unclean


You animalized me





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