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Indivisible Measure
WISHky. WISHper. Trip tricks for free.
CapsEYEzed. RecLIEned. Going through the slooooooooow motions.
Smoke from my ink-stained fingertips. Dangling pen between my teeth.
In quicksand crumbled no-goods on the floor.
Felt better on my bad days, but this is Picasso.
The stars…
…I kiss them to move.
[THEY'RE LICKED SIT HE'S DONE]
Sometimes the outside around myself,
eggshell fractures and paint chip flakes.
An electric fence that keeps me in,
think “I am not because I could never.”
[ZOO MINGLE INTELEVISIONCE]
I don’t complain, but I certainly should.
Whenever I flee, I run in circles — not away.
Heretic go round and round.
Hysterical go round about.
It’s only until when I sit still…
…when it’s raining, perfectly drunk, and my groove turns ON;
I sing the invisible a song of invisible.
See through the look. Feel past the touch.
In my darkness, I kiss the stars to shine.
[NEVER ANY SENSE MADE ME]
Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry 
11 June, 2008 