my bedroom chokes
with smokey dreams,
but I've forgotten how to breathe.
wax and plaster words spill out
your young and darling mouth.
they fall apart at the foot of the bed.
I leap through the window,
paint the indifferent road red,
and girls in high heels
wearing men
and wearing masks
will step over
my body,
as leaves fall
off tired trees
and blanket my eyes
back to sleep.
(old poem//november 3rd 2009)
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