... something.
Licking Sarah Kane's pain
Picking up Dali's kneecaps
scattered on the ground
during the summer storm.
Tossing them away one by one
'cos they don't fit the hole.
In the midst I kneel
rejecting reality.
Chasing Picasso's eyeballs
rolling around in the dirt
following a brief encounter with terror.
Tossing them away one by one
'cos they don't fit the hole.
Blind I stand
unable to see reality
Licking Sarah Kane's pain
that filled the air
as the life got punched out of me.
Unable to make it go away
'cos it fits the hole
where I once used to be.
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