slide whistles and mute conversations a different call this time
procedure becomes thought, fractured bones replace faint days. symphony hits
stale air flushed colors the finger prints rub through. i
streets flow into water so clumsy and perfect i threw
with a full right turn the process of rotting teeth
in a dead room the void of motion raises hair
even in passing would your coughing go unnoticed or chime
The end of improvisions
Split fingernails I bring to the fold
Painted
on the silver screen one way streets bring on smiles
say i feel relieved or satisfied just the opposite. i
Pacing through carpet, middle of empty rooms the particles span
The adaptation is not so well, leaving ridiculous funerals and
staring with vacant eyes moments go by and then race
"give me some time because i can't catch up". clawing
You can clock the pastel shaded sketches of the dissected
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