Sunday, May 3, 2015

I am with you in Marmont...

where jaundiced walls
exhibit the ugliness     the failure
of the great cosmic organ

where heated anxiety
slithers up each nostril     and
head and heart at war again

where you burrow in
the sweet womb of white
of sorrow     of snow     of insanity

where invisible arms
hold your soul in place
as your eyes pour forth     humanity

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