(basis: little to no abstractions)
i am but a simple mechanism taken advantage of
invented by a dead corpse with a name
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smoke-laced conversations under fading bulbs
whiskied souls floating down the river Lethe
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broken fragments of a wine glass glittering under wide eyes
a pair of cocks, beak to beak, vying for the cry to the rising sun
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shit grins from within a toilet
chagrin to desire to dig it back up
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hair that stands on end and pricks when the skin crawls
under coverlets that should protect the mind's wit
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What's Lethe? I've heard the name before
ReplyDeleteI like the last one the best
Greek mythology - lethe is the river of forgetfulness
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