all in mexican wave grass, pushed along by tail wind. self councilling and lonely, i saw a face in the darkness, behind my eyelids. i thought i wasnt asleep.
your body was in the bath, your skin was yellow. i stayed awake hoping it wasnt so, trying not to slip off into the unknown. photographs stapled to my brain, unable to remove the stain. grey lunches, 28 years down the line. escape while you can, go sleep in the bath. take a morning dose, ignore a motormouth, ignore a moron. when the desire overcame me i was unable to get out. pounding heart, sweaty palms, cant take it no more.
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