Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Yearning laudanum and stroking the libido,
yeast is sweet deep virginal cerebellum vortex.
Crammed up tight till no longer breathing
heart is swooping and speeding
landing on a field of mines.
A vision of mimes mimicking  
my art, freedom, and restraints.
Love is nowhere till you get there,
cannot find a simple dream to scream.
The birds screened my dreams
and angels scanned my body.

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