Dilapidated






Dilapidated


You left the island on my lower back 
deserted.
Today my own
carnivore flagpole 
eats at me from the inside. 
The carousal begins.
It spins around
red orbits on fire. 
I know I am at the center of a dying planet.
My headband kisses the ground, 
while I imagine my scrotum exploding.
The walls of my body wrapped with small jelly beans,
our misfortune rejoicing. 
They urge me to this pressing urgency.
Convulsed,
out of ordinary words.

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