Archive for December 2nd, 2011

No Name 01


02 Dec

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In the lungs

opium tastes warm and wet

like a lover in the dark.

Now rest

keep your head on the pillow

close your eyes.

The smoke screams loudly

all the while

because it must

without us left to listen. 

All sleep

no face

a hiss

orbiting.

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for the princess of dust

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Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings


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