moths from ages long expired entangled in my hair
splintered fingers that still clutch the one wave
of life still crashing into me
black and silken my pony she rides
I ride we rode
minds eye theres
dust spilling from beneath
shattering hips
and pelvic lust
crowbar between her hinges
I opened this forgotten and lost door
beauty desolation...desecration
run my hands along the walls
who has walked this hall
wrought with ancient desires
we're climbing stair
Blessing widows
and thanking god for nasal cartilage
drowning in this window and two shutters
closing in and drowning
taking breaths
and diving in again
this antiquity is jammed
please get that out of your mouth pony
pony please dont make me cut it out
you dont need that pony
sweetheart come here, let me love you.
on metal wings
I slam you shut.
Devious Comments
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If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.
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"into the night..."
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