SHUT ME UP --I AM TOO MANY
write about the flowers cheating in their beds
eat words blown from glass
swallow my own prescription blood
Red wine alone in Aquarium rooms
listening in case the Gods require a fool
type useing all the borrowed invested tongues
itch that skin I framed
as art needs to scratch a surface flesh made
Carbon dioxide inside my brain
silence is spread across a misty morning crawling gravel
friends in gorgeous leather cases
piled in layers forming
the spine I decline in my mission of mistaken ages
bedrooms of discipline
counted in nights and holy daze
so many streets blown in that paper bag
the one you threw from the moving insane
now inside the bottle that even ships won't string
I cling to wooden bars
spinning seats
talking to naked women fresh from mars
we walk in lines of snorted time
injected fuel
you tore the face
from that pleasure, you gave in cinematic crime
now its exactly the place
cool in burn and plan
so many
inside this man
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