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uhh ahhh uhhh she sings on the background playlist wandering floating in and out of my ears as the music just flows here and there and everywhere and makes me type in rhyme and beat up all the pain that hides within my skin so sinful sinless disastrous making sense of reason and nonsense as she plays again on the radio and she says she sees my face and hears my voice but she is just a voice and not a face and i cant see her and she cant see me hear me see me here as she sings me her lullabye sob story tiny violin inside my tiny little heart which is tearing apart my face and soul as i shave in the morning with a rusty dull razor mirror image of me with my bleeding razorburned face reflecting back and laughing at the burning searing flesh that inhabits my sensitive poet body which knows nothing but everything and everything in between the fingers of everyone that looks at him funny or passes him in the street with a contempt in their eye like the rain isnt hard enough what flows out of my mouth in the quietest tone like a railroad freight train in the morning mist of daylight when there is no train at all to murmur my slurred speech bad to the boneless chicken wing on my plate as a chickenless piece of suitcase waits to be lifted and carried away flown away like a bird at night to nest in the tree of leaves and branches and barking dogs in the neighborhood at twilight leashless collarless smoke filled lungs blowing out of his mouth and over his lips in lip shape fire im on fire on water walking on water devils with my six inch rooster crowing on the top of a barn in the fine orange morning glow with my eyes in paper bags and plastic coating in fantastic reality which hits me with the first rush of morning air. |
