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tonight i dream you like curses like candy like an oxygen tank i hate
like a mouth like a wound like an innovation like an archetype, like
a hieroglyph, an avatar, like a bastard

i think you like murder like others like vinyl boots trample and kiss it and laughter degrade and evolve and decay and deny and evade

and once fast and six feet in the air in the light right up there crooked kisses and eye meeting tongue, and maybe you leave a white trail in your wake, of the people you take, of the people you break

and hand ribcage and scar meets film and film meets rewind and forwards and backwards and putting your back into it,

and why aren't you in the crotch access mood when i'm near when i'm here when i'm there when i'm you, when the mirror is edit a lie and then i wearing you like a vehicle i know i can't keep i can't sleep for the gloss of your shape of last night on the net on the news, of the worry the crazy, the gleam in my ear of a microphone bone break like a blade in the dark

and where have you been with that girl with the hole in her head where a brain never beat where a thought never ran where a plan never ends, with that girl in the dark with the dark in her heart, because you're an illusion, because you're frightened and mean and she means that you're you and that's all you can do is just stay, just say, she's just perfect

you're my muse.  you're a bruise.  you're the poison i choose, the sleep that i lose, the reason i choke on the need to be used

and in certain light shows on your face on your chest on your arms prints damp with love weak with chance like a message in space like a suicide chase like a blow or a burn or a letter on skin, prints of hands that tomorrow take off all those rings all those bracelets and things and the egyptred smell stays for days and it's hell, to lie in the dark in your bed with your hand to your face to draw in that trace, not a smell, not a taste, just a ghost, just obscene

just a dream, i just knew
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DmitriAndrogyny Featured By Owner May 13, 2012  Student General Artist
I cannot manipulate words into a sentence beautiful enough to express how amazing this is. Dear goddess this it awe-worthy.
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thenineteen Featured By Owner May 15, 2012  Professional Writer
I pretty much stopped writing poetry after this one. I was never going to manage that again. Thank you, dear.
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IncompleteMe Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
You should say this into a camera. Like a slam poet.
It's magnitude magnificent.
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thenineteen Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2012  Professional Writer
Thank you, liebe. I'm still somewhat camera-shy, but maybe one day.
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malphystoh Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
and yet so beautiful.
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thenineteen Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2014  Professional Writer
Thank you, dear.  I basically stopped with poetry after this one, I don't think I'll ever be as happy with another piece. I like to sprawl into hundreds of pages now.
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