So you’re there, Imogen
with your hair fair.
You’ve flowers under your head
& you have flowers on your messed-up bed.
You’re, there, in the smudged glass.
So you’re there, Imogen,
your skin is wooded like the frame of bed & mirror.
Then you said
“You’ve flowers under your head
My horsie dropped like lead.
I’m done and I’m just dead.
So you’re there, Imogen,
born out of a lion’s den.
I’ve been bored since I was ten.
You’ve flowers under your head
Imogen, you shouldn’t come out this way.
Isn’t that what I just said?”
So you’re there, Imogen;
You’ve flowers under your head.
You’ve been with me since the summer
when it was early and warm. We moved
on through the days and you kept me.
We’re in the cold now and you’ve been
the ray that’s passed through all the days.
You keep me from the biting loneliness,
and everything you’ve said is as feathers
and flowers; but they sink with the dead
weight in my eyes.
Forest green, endlessly.
welcome
new bind
dig for escape
poor letter
rainy feather
close pebble
crowd coward
crayon crawler
swim to me
I hope this damp cool swallows you and brings you too
good boys bleed
no matter how deep her sin
you can't kiss her
come on Michael.
before I lay a foot on you
another edition of tomorrow/
parasite bitch
professor life
let this happen
doctor horny
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