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the road, and the things i found inside of his mouth

hurtling down dark highways
i sense that
there's chaos in the rivers just beyond-
     a certain stinging nothingness
flowing as a serpent-
venom hot in veins tied, shedding
old bodies of skin and growing
out of wicked flesh forms, once pregnant
or once stained and severely awake.
i jolted, rolling over
   with a longing
striving sensation
to taste saline sea minds
    and be free of a
        mammal form-
soft and sleepless in the
swollen coarse haired
pillows assimilating with silence
pure,
delicate, and
lost in the trembling confounds of
a breath, spoken;
derived of a broken voice and left to
sail, loveless,
to the shores possessed by weird
      and terrible gods.
two black marble eyes
from your moon head, its thin finger grin-
tendrils curling-
turning as i touch the greenness
of your mouth and
  hold my breath, for the myrrh has
dissipated and i smell fear.
you are old-
in your teeth i see mountains submitting
to oceans, i tasted decay-
and in short,
i absorbed you in through
opening pores, wide as wind.
quite well i felt that
i could not spit
you back out.

you know man in some tribes-
oglala or
perhaps blackfoot-
they just wander off when the bones
grow false and the mouth is filled with phantom teeth.
you know the medicine grows wrinkled, white-
    porous, tight-lipped and walks into the wilderness
in dreams forgetful
to die.
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