onefoolishline

and for tonights selection: an excerpt from something heavy...

I see your eyes
in my face,
in the mirror
a cloud of algae hanging
from the ceiling,
(I cant touch, even if I reach).
The sick yellow-green of a fading bruise.
extends further in purple circle;
blood surfacing, a life ring,
a ship in a harbor
at the corner of my mouth.
Drops of purgatory,
are torn from my dry tongue,
umbilical and absent,
an insurrection on both sides of me.
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tonight (this morning) i am scattered. my legs feel funny...more odd than bad.
remembering things: the morning glories that grew at the foot of the fence in my back yard when i was little.
the white paint that used to chip and flake onto my jeans when i would sit on it.
the old woman next door who would yell at me for sitting on the fence and shake her cane at me.
trees i used to climb.
the lilac bush outside my front door.
my life has been defined by scents...sensations, but above all, scents.
lilacs are branded to me.

and now that i've referenced myself to livestock...goodevening.