© M. Guerriere 1995
FLYING
PULLING AWAY FROM
IT'S DELICATE PRISON
LIKE A CAPTIVE YANKED
BETWEEN SKELETAL BARS
I DON'T OFTEN SEE MYSELF
IN FRONT OF ME
LOOKING BACK IN MY EYES
GHOSTLY BLUE REVERSED HOLLOWS
SCREAM FROM PHOSPHORESCENCE
GOD'S WORK FLYING
THROUGH MY THROAT
THROUGH MY CHEST
TAKES ME
MOST OF ME
ON YOUR JOURNEY
LEAVING THE REST BEHIND
ANIMATE THE AIR
SEARCHING
THROUGH THE SPACE
ULTRAVIOLET FUCK
I CAN SEE IT
UNDERSTAND
THE INTIMACY?
SLAYING DRAGONS
IN YOUR BRAIN
MY SPECIALTY
DISCONNECTING
YOU
NERVE BY NERVE
MY TREACHERY
NO SCREAMING
NO PAIN
PSYCHIC NOVOCAINE
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