i WEAR VINTAGE 1970

I read the federalist papers
of your sun-scorned heart
a congress of pin-faced
something like dying babies
and purple smiles dying
in sun-beamed pixie twirls
>>she knew me<<
Yeah!  we ate sunflowers
drawing down our clothes
across that vastness field
of lies and dying fleshness
she kissed me on my bruised
bleeding lips >> a personal
note of all the corked-pinned
notes i left when my heart
gasped, “you’re personally
responsible…for my eternally
soul-sucking prose — tongue
and quill dying like i loved
watching silver snail walking
into eternity!”

:: 03-14-2015 ::

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