praying to versicolor skies in August

Amazing poetry shared by a amazing poet.

The Lexicon

I want to be spooky together,
    you know? Where people choke
     a bit on their spit before they can
    get the words out because of the power
     & they can’t ascertain where it originates

    I want the staircase in the forest
  I want people to cross over
       & when they cross over, to be shocked
   back into existence
                   like AED

    You’re the only element I was ever
      missing —->  it’s too easy to shrug
  the facade off when you don’t need one
 [ these dogs are no longer barking ]
     our mob has relented
             we’re safe now, mind the astroturf our journey has only begun


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