Thursday, November 14, 2013

crash

i have yet to decide if you're black stripe
or golden expanse across my tiger pelt canvas,
it might as well be my blindness as much
as your affinity with shedding faces daily.
i am certain though, i molded residual tones
of your vocal footprint in my ear's choice archives,
that unless the silence vacuum-packs your tongue,
your mouth's innumerable armies of false accents
decompose into the siren song that led me to
spaceshipwreck.


2013.nov.14

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