Monday 5/04/2015 11:58:00 PM

lazy stick figures drowning in the thunder of their want. the downhill. like some perfect sickness. doling out the world in bite size portions.

the obvious monsters fell silent. all modular stars and jumper cable orthodox. the stubborn winter learned her name too late. another balloon headed for the sun.

plastic kingdoms grew from her palms like iron and chocolate. sweet and rusty and vaguely nostalgic.

slow storms capitulating the warmth. errant soldiers in a war of little resolve.

the solvent autonomies of touch and its many wants. negotiating the perpetuity of cause. we linger for a time.

but like water. its only instinct is to drown.

divergent kingdoms joined by a wick. divided by the flame.

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