chosen lines combined. mad-lib it:
your manic anthems shame my sleep
i wok ein the night and begonias flew from my mouth
eventually, our town forgot your exodus,
as towns will do.
comfort meaning the satisfaction of longing.
im asking what binds know body and mind
the bones of a person or thing is meant to produce artistic work.
often, i imagine them slowly moving toward each other, like islands
cicadas still buzzed fiercely for their mates.
your disheveled looks embarrass me
i walk into the coffee shoppe and you don't look up.
suddenly, i feel alone in the presence of strangers, but we're all alone anyway.
and by strangers i mean the people who have all seen me naked.
im considering what hurts, my brain or my heart?
the scattered patches of the chest-hair of a man-boy still is creating attachment
often, i imagine them slowly moving towards each other, like islands.
but the caffeinated hipsters are still impressing themselves with apathy.
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