no need for a nameA Poem by Nobody.and echoed lines from greased electrical god-mouths.
my soul is a postcard snapshot of an oil-sodden gulf where colorful fish and majestic birds flop and die. flop and die. my heart is a chunk of some rancid yesterday left out in the yard to rot and feed dancing flies. I want to light you up like a naked star, clean off your wings and let you swim again. but, all of my miracles are irreparably damaged. or live alone in your own.
scavengers don't choose to feed on bottom-rot; it's just all we can afford on our low-income love-lives.
here, beauty is a recycled lie that we pass around like an incurable dream-eating plague. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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