[21V09]
hiding in my head
is a clandestine rutting nest
for humans in heat
— where thoughts evaporate
before they can become sentences —
rutting, rutting with the force of a decapitating wind
until they are suffocated by a lovely bone-deep feeling
of being so exhausted that they just can't
(a piece cobbled together from fragments)
Because I have such an entertaining life and such interesting thoughts and such informed opinions. *snorts*
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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