head bobA Poem by Tim Lioninside inside of my electric fear fog parking lot birds mimic sirens my soul my soul shivers smoke signal warnings where hatred fouls the green sea your face your face is a broken glass wind gust that cuts up my brain like a bunt cake eat well eat well on my quivering guts like the wolf who calls me her love the end the end is a cry from the forest my blind eyes will slither forever I’ll fly I’ll fly like the spit from a god sneeze that dies on the salad bar croutons and you and you will giggle your teeth loose as my pulse sinks into the swamp muck farewell farewell to your whimsical torture I’d rather lick hell from a chainsaw © 2012 Tim LionReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 19, 2012 Last Updated on March 19, 2012 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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