A thousand times I’ve shallow fried my brain.
Let’s give thanks for this water.
A thousand tears espouse the drops of rain,
One fire was drowned ‘pon the altar.
Now they serenade us with cascading thoughts,
Circumlocution and smiles mould, then smother
The weary whispers sabotage has brought
To our lips, and to our mothers.
The party that turned into daily bread,
Came so close, cut our whiskers,
Left cartoon scars at large inside our heads
Left our words, and tongues, with blisters.
I lost belief in rose tinted retrospect,
This was good. My eyes were bleeding.
Silk stomach lining rips, ribs interject.
Our cobweb sleep, interweaving.
Fill me with care and shave off my beard
I’ll ward away sharks and age with my years.
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