i run my touch passed the skeleton of a flower
to feel invisible poison outline my flesh
and glisten my body with opalescent edge
blossoms are my waxy palms
smoothed over with silk comfort
making of my sombering framework
an artless dead-celled stem.
the old oregon trail starts right at my toes
rising like an earthly tide
with a forest emerald hiding in its hope
villainous and proud
so i down pollution in lethal doses
coating my throat time after time
to bleach my organs a love-like color
bending and breaking my conceding spine.














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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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