in between valium and fear
I deliquesce the Valium, cadaver
Like, upon my sagacious god,
And I wonder where
The marble in my chest belongs
Handsome, this is how
I am called. Tall
And evil for Midas
To foist, hitherto.
I am a priest
Foreordained to hallowed sheets
But this boy is here
Oppression vanquished
And I become his war.
My arms is an orchard in the act of
My head becomes a passage to sadness
Just for a boy
And my middle soul
Not moving
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You’re currently reading “in between valium and fear,” an entry on CONFESSIONINGS by JON VERZOSA
- Published:
- December 30, 2009 / 7:35 pm
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- Poetry Book 2: THE BLACK PROJECT
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