Exquisite Corpse (2.19.09)

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Your coat is the color of absinthe, she said.
It tastes like mint and wax
french greenery, haze aroma therapy
losing your mind, one breath at a time
losing your breath, don't even mind
losing my head because there I'll find
a cold empty space,
complex roots that can't be traced
textured dirt, stringed, worms, secret gardens.
She placed her hand on the apple, "don't" something said,
"Don't place your hand on that apple!" She turned as a dark figure emerged from the shadows.
The fireflies were leaking light like shining stars.
But most stars die before we see their light.
Just glimpses of hope off in the distance.
Glaring back at me in the sun
a shark, claiming its prey, helpless in the water
I was a human buffet...
And the shark was fat Aunt Dina
That's what happens with lead candy from China
The babies die and the doctor will never be your lover
Bummer.