Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Tired Mind

Steaming hypothetic of love
is neutralized under the sun.
If the stars were created this night
the ceilings would disintegrate above
and ambivalent musings trap our lungs.
I had a hunger pain that fanged away every second
and it consumed the rhythmic nature of my bones so much so
that they fell into softness of ruthless shame.
Unbalanced I became
departure from the same
into pieces of blame.
Hatred crept on me like ants
that march down a sidewalk
into my pants.
The heart dripped blood
flowers grew out of my mouth
where words once formed.
Feathers flew out of my nostrils.
Am I a lucky one
to be engaged in a natural change
into a sophisticated date?

I think not.

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