Memories

it’s sweetsometimeslike a tiny kisslittle soft lipsrested on the fleshlaid down on the tissuewrapped up in a boxpresented to the receiverand with it he runshe scoresthe crowd is jumpythe home team lostghosts from the memorywhisper in my mindendless trappingssour lemon drops drip off my tonguethe lemmings rushI go blind and deafand dumbthe pig flies through …
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About: digging

The greenest green sprouts out of dirty brown soil thickwith stones. The roots of towering trees wrapthemselves around the edges of earth. Digging in the garden. Digging deep into the unknown. Ladybuglands nearby to take in the view. Spiderscreep along fence pathways commuting to webbed homes.Their little tiny legs brush along the wood unheard. Big …
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Again

Endless circles around which I twist my tongueand the world goes down again.The world spins around again.The day seems to blast out of a rocket shell into no man’s landand there I go standing in the middle again.The ties that bind and cut into my flesh tear into the heart of it all.And the world …
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