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Bodyless Organs

The splendour of a tired mind,

As two bodies lay still, intertwined

The floor is a bed of mould,

The sky a ceiling that won’t hold

In all its potential malevolence

The bare bones of the building held elegance

Broken windows, shards of glass

Made this setting rather crass

Bodyless organs, sprawled so still

Next to you I feel the thrill

Of hating what I should love

Just like the up above

Abundant grace, this treasure holds

And when their eyes awake, it folds

Back to cardboard it erodes

Then of the body we dispose

One last wish, from that dead-end road

I kindly ask for its implode

So I may hold its rubble tight

And build my shelter for the night

Unwavering sleep, which I forge out of depths of my own hell Gingerly lies, to all but self. Putrid kennel, ‘Dare I join the beasts?’ Is but a question to all whose hearts, it beats Tender night, to v

The sun, hissing my name, called me forth My day of reckoning, brought alive by charred pavements A sun-smog that told a certain half-truth I, imbibed, embalmed, stepped into the world And let it dict

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it Effortless, you drip with honey and tar Enough of it to leave me won

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