in the dance
we are one
chained communication
not manacled, locked
in meditative mantra
linked
submitting to a
deliquescing lexicon
how does my heartbeat replicate
this song? how do my limbs know
how to sing along?
fingers mimic intricate design
i am triangle, ribbonesque
wrapped within a miracle
of sun spots, ink blots, euphoric drops
and k...
Friday 17th March 2023 1:02 pm
Rave On...
An unhealthy obsession
The sombre procession
As loved ones carry your coffin
I think of it often
And never forgotten
Your lies and later confession
I long for the day I can finally say
Here’s a glow stick and whistle
To your grieving widow
And hold a rave on your grave
I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave
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