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from "blood, love, and boomerangs"
in the movie night move of your reality
all the women come and go talking of nonsense
fractured fairy tales glow in the hedonistic dark
bellies full of wonder cycling back to black
to the tick tick of some imaginary clock
ravenous for words lips broken softly
transparent wonder revolving like blades
marble thoughts ringing in your head
echo down neurons already beating slowly
against the window of your skull
shocked into submission by some
by some... street echoes dark and vanished
the torture of your body strained and sweating pulls
against an anxious reality the city fades to black and white
and violence in your head strikes out against your body
cycles under lights of downtown flashes red glare
against your unblinking eyes wishing for black holes
among the rain-licked heels passing by
hear the tick tick of some imaginary clock
and forget to breathe slip to numb vanish
imagine blood drying to the inside of your face
congealing sticky cold the echoes
of the city rack your skull beat the sound
beat the sound black and blue and turquoise
looking at the moon sky light sky lighted black
and street light crush your vision hands
grasp hands clasp the dream of your reality
cracked bleeding at the edges blurred
at the aureole of street light the clear black sky
cold and forget to shiver slip to numb vanish
and in some dreams you feel the smooth-skinned
warmth of a lover at your back hand
resting on your hip on your thigh pelvis cupping
your ass like a sweet goodbye like a sweet bye and bye
like a spoon in a dream fleshtone mesh of words emotions
scatter to wide winds fettered by chance
control snapping free with the velocity of your cramped
mental fatigue run screaming coursing tortured veins
hear the tick tick of some imaginary clock
alarm bell sounding daybreak broken
on the sidewalk of your dream ice blanket
shatters as your body shifts slides to the fall of
gravity resting dead weight on cold ground
head full of wonder toxic vanished
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