

the safe placei dont know the safe place with its walls of padded comfort i only know the maze that has become my prime location the safe place, with its warm vibration tickling with an embrace so unlike the strange place with its cold piano macethe safe place
distanced from the safe place lifted up and lain down in the place i know the best the place that is renound for its livid lounge nail seating slotting in the grooves created over time track marks left repeating
i dont know the safe place as it always stays the same a mothers kiss that you would miss devoi


mermaidlatch upon catch on clasp this tail tear off the flap of my silver scales make sense of my dense muscle clamber up my river and leave behind the shalemermaid
limpet you drain my crystal waters without faltering turn my fluid to black ice as though you've taken a slice of my pie and made yourself the frosting never allowing me to blossom into glory of mine own
leeching off my life line gulping down my red wine heady pungent strong and rich, flavoured like a doorstep bitch
shed my skin and layers as the sea


circular cynicismsthis little dark dank dripping cell, where you pour your optimisms like a pristine tea into a broken shattered china cup it always confusescircular cynicisms
how you keep on serving how you keep up turning this naive happiness into small circular cynicisms till it transforms the atmosphere from clean to contaminated and then back to clear
i contemplate how you can coat this dirty grit in icing sugar cherry-dum fruitcake how you keep expending how you carry on mending like a never ending vending machine
so i kept the frame where you scrawled you shame


Ruby Rendezvousthe force of gravitation carresses,Ruby Rendezvous
the valiant fleshy shields, protecting the little glistening spheres of imagery, encased so safely within my dense and heavy skull, and as the eyelids flutter and fall, like the debris of a promiscuos spring butterfly, I dream of oddities and oddyseys, and all that lies beneath the surface of sallow skin.
I fly on wings of a silver breasted bat, whose veins pulsate with wine, liquid hot and flowing with each passing organ beat
The heady pungent aroma of this ethanol blood, seeps through my pores, in-pregnating the a
Tom
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-TOIYI-
(i could do with one myself at the moment...but i cant promise i'll be a good one)
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