Author: mbrazfieldm

used to

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mbrazfield (c) 2010

the mania left

no confetti on the floors

just bits of distorted senses

peanut butter jar lady fingers but no one to lick them

i’m out of maxi pads

but i dont really want to

go out now

closing my lashes pills on my tongue

to keep death from threatening and being a fool

when i was young i saw the gold sound of BBs Lucille rising like smoke when a pope is chosen

life has come and stayed in the mess next to me

thrill in the last throes of something long gone

in the 1/60 th

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mbrazfield (c) 2020

i never recall at what time it happens the death coveted by bones veins flesh and cells for regeneration not sure anymore where the motivation comes to them my last thought was of “heart of darkness” Conrad did you take my pen i think you’re watching too much news while the truth slips in and out your eye lids he said my plant she sits in her ever patient pot looking at the tree romeo and juliet my third eye is pink today and burns like fire water yet in and out of REM my plant and i glide through the sky her roots firmly pressed in dime store soil and my soul torn out by its tangled roots