Tuesday, July 14, 2009

benders

love is disarming a bomb
the explosion a bourgeoisie rose
blooms worse than addiction to war
a bomb in a body unstitches surefire means to wound a friend
devotion is subconscious
i am awake
i am not there
cutting wires spawns intuitive attraction
it dissipates in a white washed infirmary unless
artifacts are kept under the bed
unless the triggers are stored as reminders
in a curious crate
to swallow pride is picking up yr prescriptions
in silence
juice boxes are boyhood comraderie

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