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i miss my wife(s) Dreamt of a cliché still haunting The socket of my left eye. Dreamt of an eye Floating mystic on a foreign tongue. I am here - right now - waiting. And the waiting Spills across the floor In rivers of fluorescent yellow and blue. I am hungry for previous love. All of them Who kissed so carnivorous With violent beauty. Where are you now? Dearest teeth glowing in sodium haze. Want I still carry in the pit of my swollen stomach. Thinking I see you - daily Among the ghosts of thinning crowds. Seeing you in each insane face turning away... Thinking - I am such an old man. Floating mystic on a foreign tongue Dreaming through my left eye. This courage nailed to unattachment - Self-crucified by my own delicious freedom. |
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