sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
before and aft
I want to live in the mouth of madness
naked in the days
in the sun
in the slow syllabic utterance of my own mind;
clothed,
draped in his flesh sometime 'round
the witching hour
and through and through
before and aft
impaled while kissing sweet.
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