we speak blood-lips
lying crying. locked like-soul
inside box dreams
i swore i kept key inside my soul
never unlocked: your
forever fears of life like=life (cancer)
I saw fissure of lies
made me cry,
you gave orchards a last breath
instead of my love whose heart remains
i hate! And surprise is a torn ticket
to your theater of pegged-legged hearts
and midget heart a highness of life
i can cry upon throne like queen of freaks
I am in front o’mirror and say I’m the saddest
freak like most humans.
We’re a box dream keeping Schrodinger’s
cat life — like Libra!
I HATE MAINSTREAM EDITORS…die
or make yourself real. Eat the wall
that makes you so a whore
:: 02-19-2015 ::