Hair falling
Creeps calling
Best nights at homes in foreign words
Twisted saturated tongues
And lungs
I spoke with Europe
They want me to postpone my life
And those of hopeful slugs
The smoke burns our eyes eyes eyes
All these ‘I’s
And ‘u’s
Come on
There’s no us
Age crawling
Fights blowing
Bows crossing
Mind blogging acronyms of disguise
I cringe in the name of god
Fret in the ring of fans
Find my central organ this time
And destroy remnants of a busy afternoon
Leaks in the creeks of feathers that fall
Like hair
Falls falls falls
You are the wrong that makes it all right
and false.
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