technicolor

A bottle of wine
this is a gift with an obligation

you want to eat my brain with a spoon,
afternoon soup to evening

the stars are dim and blurry, entire
galaxies smudged

I told you I want to be sober next time we meet
the soul is so much sharper then (maybe you
didn’t want to be cut)

handle with caution.

I throw myself at this existence.  lemmeatim lemmeatim

Don’t mind me.

Real life when we talk.  A buffet of layers, I want to
look at each thin husk as it peels from your body, read the
secret meanings hidden there.

tell me, tell me, tell me..

the words that catch the tails of actions.

What are you here for?

How are you finding this universe?

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