i picked a flower like your heart
yes, the forest is the madness
of the hemorrhaging lotus of filthy
memories //the brave love sits
upon the stairs to the stars
and the five pink heads of
African girls have come back
from Paris, sitting at the table
of poker with burning bushes
of uprooted leaves swinish;
love drawn into madness
like a bee facing tunnel death
all i see is all i say
you’re invited
you’re invited
large neck giraffe feeds
upon thorn-less leaf
a miracle of natural selection
so explain to me why hearts
don’t evolve beyond hate and pain
i swat a wasp upon my skin
i say i am weak so dead so loser
and jump into the tar pit of death
and grab a feeling in your heart
pulls me up to see we’re the same
one in death another coming along
it’s not so surprising
it’s not mesmerizing
just like a picked flower
in the forest of madness

:: 08-10-2015 ::

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