Saturday, March 15, 2014

You Can Marry The Dead

Do not be a deliberate liberal
To count the keys 
And to turn down the menus
Of a departed restaurant. 
Calling out the capture and release
Of my mind from a vice grip, you chose to drip Thorazine from time to time. Get the floor slick and go spinning. My arms don’t reach too high, nothing 
there but clear air.

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