bad teeth in dreamland

words muttered under blanket covers

knock a little closer to this thing

pinacle you mentioned and things

wrapped tightly around each other



to breathe, not soft, not hard

but evenly

with imagination the blocks pull up

forming many tassled castles



the lessons I have learned

precarious perched clear at the end

ready to take the slow dive, high

driving these stakes deeper in



faster along littered by-ways of

a neat and tidy wonder bread

that kind of life

not interested, no thanks



never cared and I never ever dared to see

what the fuck is inside of me



and the little sparkles, little life peeking out

clouding the skies with blood



peeling back the layers

and deep inside beats this hopeful



this hopeful kick of some

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