Paper Man
Paper Man Welcome! My mountains are shattered look at your kisses stuffed in the gallery welcome to the map of my horizons your nakedness your laughter pour down on me welcome to my pocket where I keep verses, wisps of echoes of your bodies welcome to my ashtray of hopes where your stem pours its bitter blood and I pay for your hugs with deaf pagan prayers welcome to this garden of houseleeks Paper man locked in his steam cage the servants arrive with golden trays as he hides in the corner and moans I heard your rain voice on my paper streets and all I could do was smile while the ink dripped blackening my heavy feet. In our conversation, we pretended the casual existed in a wall of salt. I kissed the salt and here I am with thirst, tense, muddy in my absurd size. Stay with me while I dissolve with tears, saliva, sweat, our painful distance. The salt wall closes and the paper...