my mind is a live wire
a fire burning, sparking thin rivulets of heartsblood
down my naked breastbone splayed bare
as a virgin bride or a desert skull
planes trains and automobiles run heavy
through the contours of my half-stitched skull
tattooing a guttural song that wafts turgidly
like diesel smoke, and blinds my eyes to darkness
where owls hunt and wisdom crawls on all fours
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