We can walk away
from the concrete path where dirt is praised. The greenery is breathtaking or
is that the claws around my throat? -- Whoops, never mind it’s just a necktie;
I’ll loosen the knot.
Each turn is
sharply smooth, angled curves, straightly veered. It’s loud and inviting jittering
birds, flashing moonlight. -- Ah, no there’s an eclipse, the light was a
lamppost bending from the wind.
Cheshire cat smiles
and filed nails are bittersweet in this hazy jungle. A Disney ride on LSD,
laughing tightly until you spit. -- But these two aren’t related.
The spittle arose
from a sour taste, taste tongue.
Coming undone.
Stark naked in a
pantsuit -- You look ravishing my dear.
Underneath, we’re all just savages.
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