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Migrant's Hymn

I am the wayward migrant, squandered by imperfect thought,
a clouded reason permeates without clarification. I am a
savage secret, trickling downward through a falsified vine.

A destitute pioneer of imperfect thought, with great denial I seek
my God of imperfect thought.

Surviving Serpent

Each creature is a Monster, as I
Am a
Monster. Respective cards dealt by a turncoat lover, a
Renegade insurgent of nearness. As Monstrous as
The floating serpent which eats
Away at innards...I 

Prey and writhe my
Way, slick skin
Skims past: I lick my wounds, celebrating
Survival.  

The monster excruciates my figurative

Splinter from a celestial wound and

Every petty squeeze is just a squeeze,

And nothing else.

Shall we drink on the beach, shall you look at me once again?

"I am drunk," you say to me, once again, with red eyes.

And some marijuana, yes, we shall, and without hesitation discuss the cosmos in lovely naivety.

Lark

Roaring night train, shake the ground on which I

Walk upon. I am aware of you, sneaky lark, I

See you within shadows and I

envision you beneath eyelids.

Nimble fingers, you trace across a fleshy companion,

Lips which give much more

Than that which is given.

Starry night, single stars hang by single strings,

Blackness breathes and seeps into windows, I

Arrive and see all without looking,

Know all without knowing.

My lovers turn me

Mad, I lose my head, it fragilely rolls

About in desperation for direction.

My lovers turn me

Glad, I lethargically awaken, searching

About between fresh linens, to find

A parched mouth.

A Deadbeat Spring Season in Retrospect

Peering downward upon myself, leathery skin, not yet

Ancient, but decaying. My electric blue veins funnel 

My blood and will certainly, eventually, collapse 

In exhaustion. I trek with flimsy fingers, unfathomable,

Your love unfathomable, the pain

In knowing, unfathomable.

And yet entirely 

Comprehend-able. 

Brooding over putrid beach goers, the

Sand between my toes:

Each grain suddenly apparent, minuscule

Rock sediments dance and encircle

My feet. Salty gusts of water envelope my vulnerability. 

Psychedelia dribbles and exudes, radiating 

Delightfully

And

Painfully.