streets blend in my dizzy mind
silent black sidewalks,
pools of light where i bathed in smoke and hungry eyes,
let crude possibility crawl on my skin.
i drift in a gentle infinity; try to measure
the subtle separation of my own mind
from all outside
to gauge the hypocrisy of reality.
i fumble blindly, too lucidly in my vodka vacuum.
i am yours;
Your ashes burn my skin.
07.18.09
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